the man in the mirror

i will begin this post by saying, that..No...there are a lot of things happening now, here, in my universe..some make me sick , some of them make me accomplished and some bitter, but that doesn't mean that i need to expose those here...no, this is my space of intellectual and emotional feelings. as the title says it...the man in the mirror, is the face i see when normally i should see mine, his face comes to my mind at every step i take. the smiles, the looks, the perfume, the shirts, the cigars, the phone stuffed with text messages, the fluffy bunnies, everything. Everything is about him. And everything i do (God knows that there where times, when lily in mud went to the "old ways" ) is for him. After all this time, there is great satisfaction when i see that the man i love looks at me and eventhough he says nothing, his way of looking at me is priceless, he found in me the adivsor, the friend, the lover and the one that when all around him turned their back from him, i remained there and i endured the suffering of seeing that the one that i love was in suffering. He is the reason that i am still here, the reason that i had stopped searching for others, the reason for becoming a "social paria" - and being proud of it! yes, i am the one that stayed and went with you through hell and back, i am the one and not the others, frankly, i am proud of being yours and only yours, because i love you so much...then again, words are pointless..it's all about the actions we take to show our affection.

for my special bunny,

Lily in Mud.