this is dedicated to all the writers who dream
and to victoriactual who is my sometime mirror.
i have never met you, but poetry binds our souls

maybe the stories we write
are
ways of saying
help me
help me now
because don't we all need help?
maybe the stories we write
are for us
and no one else
but we share them like candies
to try to convince ourselves
that we are not alone
to hear someone say
'i relate'
to hear someone
recognise our songs
as an imperfect mirror
a mirror of the inside
that maybe you can't see
but they can
we can see
we see ourselves reflected
in an imperfect mirror
because mirrors only reflect backwards
and then we saw as in a looking glass
but here
in our anonymous stories
we shall see face to face