yesterday you wrote me a letter which reminded me a lot of a former self, long-ago forgotten.
the letter, a mirror. a canvas painted with a self-portrait of my youth. a memory that you captured through spying lens; a photograph of you, by you.
i am your reflection. you are my reflection.
and i was staring at you --- an image of an old me --- hopeful, untainted by cynicism, every bit a romantic. and i remembered how lovely it was to be that me. how pure, how young, how true. and i wanted that me back. you made me want that me back.
and through that letter you were looking at me --- a recently-discovered facet of you --- excited with the promises of tomorrow, expectant, bustling with life and laden with emotions. and you know how wonderful it is to be this you.
i see a replica of me that is you, facing a rendering of you, of me, in you... through a piece of folded paper with lead scratches and stains. and as the mirror dissolved into complete surrender, what is left is me before you, brought back from the past, and you before me, looking ahead.
reading the same words.
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 5:14 PM