The fragments of life’s failures arrive unannounced with the shroud covering rarely seen only felt. Like a film on the skin as thick as a summer dew. Not to refresh but to annoy us. The cracked mirror makes us look the way we feel. Each line creating cross eyed double vision to twice enjoy the present agony for drinkers now and also later to come. I felt for most of my life I am the dry parched remains still walking among the living but never accomplished any progress. The cracked mirror is us who let our lives go to fragments and not try to mend them. Replacing the cracked mirror only the disillusioned will see the cracked lines. While the devoted to the sacred will see a clear image. Without the invisible annoying feel of film build up on our skin called “The intentionally misguided ” all addictions have caused us.
see ya’ next time
