While listening to some really sad music (my playlist was on random but it insisted on sad music for some reason), a mental image suddenly pops up and that mental image gives birth to a story prompt. A man—having had one too many shots of ale—is looking out the window and staring at the moon. His face is reflected on the surface of the glass, right where the moon is, and he somehow thinks it’s making fun of him by showing the face of his past self. Yeah, weird prompt but I’m thinking of actually making a story out of it one of these days.
Mirror, Mirror on the Moon
Upon the moon that I behold
Two hazel orbs stare back so cold
While livid lips form crooked smiles
Beneath a mask of guiltless guile
And here I thought I’d never see
That wretched face I once called “me”
Good thing I’m allergic to alcohol so I’ll never experience getting drunk to the point of hallucinating. I have weak tolerance to smoke as well, so I’ll never be trying cigarettes. What do you know, my life’s sounding better already. But seriously, at the risk of sounding like a public health advisory: Don’t do booze, cigs, OR drugs. Make life better for all of us. 😀
Stay safe everyone. And I guess I should thank the nice people who follow this blog and like my posts before I forget again. Thank you! In my native tongue, that’s “Salamat!”
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