![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mute_clayWell, I see myself I guess.
I don’t think I understand that question. Maybe if I look closer –
I got really shitting lighting in my bathroom. And my mirror is full of spots, chalk and grime. So it’s a little hard to see anything too clearly.
I see a man in his thirties. With sand-colored hair and blue eyes. He’s got weathered skin and stubbles. A couple of scars.
Like that?
It doesn’t mean anything, anyway. Like looking in lakes and pools and ponds.
We had a warm little pool, Callie and me. It was mostly Callie’s really. She loved sitting in it, getting soaked. I’d join her sometimes. The water was filled with bubbles, like that fancy bottled water you can get here. If you liked into it, you didn’t see yourself. You’d just see all these tiny bubbles, and your face broken into a hundred pieces. Floating.
If you went down to the lake and looked down, you’d see yourself. Whole. Like in a mirror. But your face would look – different, because you’d have to lean over. Shadowing your own eyes with your body, so you couldn’t see them properly, even if the sun was shining.
In my mirror, I can see my eyes perfectly. In between the spots. I can see my stubble and the scar on my upper lip and the cleft in my chin.
I can see that I look tired.
I think about being tired. And then I think about not being able to fall asleep in an empty bed.
If I looked in the lake, or any other lake, I’d see my face in shadows and my hair hanging down.
But I don’t want to think about that. About not seeing my own eyes reflected back at me.
If I looked in the pool, I’d see the fractions that are all me. And still not me. Because I look whole. If you look at me from the outside.
I still don’t understand the question. As if it matters what I think? What I see? What I look like?
It all depends on the mirror and the light and the angle.
How I feel - -
How I feel stays the same.
And I don't want to think about that.
Word count: 376
Muse: Clay
Fandom: Passion of Darkly Noon (Misc. Movies)
I don’t think I understand that question. Maybe if I look closer –
I got really shitting lighting in my bathroom. And my mirror is full of spots, chalk and grime. So it’s a little hard to see anything too clearly.
I see a man in his thirties. With sand-colored hair and blue eyes. He’s got weathered skin and stubbles. A couple of scars.
Like that?
It doesn’t mean anything, anyway. Like looking in lakes and pools and ponds.
We had a warm little pool, Callie and me. It was mostly Callie’s really. She loved sitting in it, getting soaked. I’d join her sometimes. The water was filled with bubbles, like that fancy bottled water you can get here. If you liked into it, you didn’t see yourself. You’d just see all these tiny bubbles, and your face broken into a hundred pieces. Floating.
If you went down to the lake and looked down, you’d see yourself. Whole. Like in a mirror. But your face would look – different, because you’d have to lean over. Shadowing your own eyes with your body, so you couldn’t see them properly, even if the sun was shining.
In my mirror, I can see my eyes perfectly. In between the spots. I can see my stubble and the scar on my upper lip and the cleft in my chin.
I can see that I look tired.
I think about being tired. And then I think about not being able to fall asleep in an empty bed.
If I looked in the lake, or any other lake, I’d see my face in shadows and my hair hanging down.
But I don’t want to think about that. About not seeing my own eyes reflected back at me.
If I looked in the pool, I’d see the fractions that are all me. And still not me. Because I look whole. If you look at me from the outside.
I still don’t understand the question. As if it matters what I think? What I see? What I look like?
It all depends on the mirror and the light and the angle.
How I feel - -
How I feel stays the same.
And I don't want to think about that.
Word count: 376
Muse: Clay
Fandom: Passion of Darkly Noon (Misc. Movies)
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-30 12:42 am (UTC)Soon, though. Soon. *smiles*
ooc: brilliant entry, as usual. Alienated mun is moving house, hence not tagging. Just so you know :)