I searched for myself in everyone’s mirror.
My eyes were like mirrors to them.
Reflections of myself changed as I looked into new eyes.
I saw the world.
How do my eyes see me…
I covered mine up and saw it all.
The more I dwelled inward, the more strange became the outward.
Every breath changes the image on the big black mirror beneath my closed eyes.
Piercing through every fear.
Living ‘blindly’ made everything much more clear.
Purple Empaths 