I have been waiting here all day for you
But you never arrived
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So I sat with my shoes
And played with my dollhouse.
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Doing nothing. feeling everything
People like you are so tedious.
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Really. When I look in the mirror there is not much to reflected back.
What must it be like for you?
Reflections of reflections.
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It is all rather dull
I am bored.
Watching all those stories. There still is not anything to find.
No truth that is reflected.
it must be all fiction, surely?
Absolute certainty, really?
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I like to play with my make up.
Spending time here in my room
Gives space for all these mirrors to appear
And gaze at me.
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Looking back in is hard
Scenarios that could’ve been
It is awfully hot in here.
