Been lost in thought, like all week. Over-analysing every detail of this thing called life. Pft, well, maybe it was due. Untangling stuff so knotted up with lies and betrayals that I just wasn’t seeing clearly. I think blue.eyed.man fogged up my rose-coloured glasses. I’ve been seeing things that weren’t there, mirages, mists that shrouded my spirit. And, Mom, know that I haven’t told you … Continue reading The Men In The Mirror That Mask Our Magic