REFLECTION

In the hall of mirrors that is introspection, you can never be sure where you stand or if the million reflections you see, some fattened, some stretched, others distorted and torn apart, disembodied and floating, are indeed you. The images circling in on themselves, spiraling to imminent disaster, pair up to form infinite reflections of each other, making the atmosphere crackle with the polarities they force together. There is neither an exit nor indeed an entry in the true sense; only a frantic and seemingly focused search for the most elusive of goals.