Sunday, May 17, 2015

About what made us

We watched this brutally obvious art film
About what made us wish to be children
Again, innocent and far from comprehension

Later that night we got up and for a second
We looked at each other in the bathroom mirror
The entire wall a mirror, it was difficult to avoid each other

You seemed confused and trying to grasp your own identity
I smiled and just watched your search for something to hang onto
And then asked for sleep, like a child I wanted to curl myself up

After that we parted, forever, from all mirrors of this world
The only trace that is left of us can be found
In every brutally honest art movie