the reflection that looks back does so as though nothing has changed.
As though there is no darkness behind familiar eyes.
As though there is no unfamiliarity in the mundane sameness that take morning into night and back into morning.
The sameness is likely still there, but my perception has skewed it; distorted the memories, played the ultimate trick.
Finding my way was simpler before I lost it.
Mayhaps I will find it again, but if not, if it is gone, how will I ever really know?
The irony of a broken mind.
The photograph below has my copyright, so I know I was there … I just don’t know where there is.
A Photographer's Heart 