It appears like another mirror had been just broken.
sharp pieces of looking glass are scattered upon the surface of things.
broken mirrors is the material from which I build my kingdom.
my kingdom of shattered glass.
this is more canny than He could ever imagine.
isn't it?
I wanted to talk to you, instantly.
we are a lot alike, you and I.
it seems so.
I understand you a little too well.
I understand you too little.
people make mistakes.
I somehow got involved in the story of you and Him.
I somehow am the link you and Him are missing.
You and Him are both living your pain so eagerly.
so readily blame and in such hurry to take the blame.
I don't I have a choice here.
I was always one side of a triangle.
that way or another.
or is it just a piece of a broken mirror, that has gotten into my eye?