Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
Benjamin Franklin
I found God in myself
And i loved her
I loved her fiercely
-Ntozake Shange
so, there i was, freshly showered. i had a few mustache hairs that were being bothersome, and needed some immediate attention. however, the steam from the shower had forcefully overtaken the mirror, with no sign of letting up. this was a job to be had in front of the good old, full length closet door mirrors of my bedroom. the lighting isn’t great, but i knew i could overcome this most minor of obstacles. as leaned in close to the mirror i realized i had to make a few changes to the current layout of my ever-growing facial hair arrangement. i further assessed the situation and leaned in closer. my nose, almost bumping against the mirror before me. my breath began to create a small foggy patch just below my nostrils. i held my ground, looking, assessing. until my breath began to overtake the mirror like the steam had, just a room away. i lean back.
is this a joke? am i the butt of a well-played prank? is there someone filming me, awaiting my reaction? wait, no one could have possibly known my annoyance with my own facial hair…
what is written all over my mirror???
“i loved her”, are the only words highlighted by the moisture of my breath. i let out a large breath. “i loved her fiercely”. a chill comes over my body, forcing me to peer over my shoulder as one would in a movie, given the current situation. keep in mind, i’ve been living in this room, in front of these mirrors, for 10 months, and the handwriting doesn’t match that of anyone i know. i exhale again…
I found God in myself
And i loved her
I loved her fiercely
-Ntozake Shange
…i, at least, took a little comfort in knowing it was a quote, but the fact that these words have been staring at me for nearly a year with out my knowing, undeniably, creeps me out.
