Look into the mirror. Put your palms to your face and wipe it. Rub the tops of your eyelids in circles to steady the swirling happening beneath them.
Now look at your pupils, one by one.
In the left one, see the newly-formed wrinkles on your father's neck. The veins popping from your mother's forehead.
Blink.
In the right one, watch the twinkle slowly fade. See your life slowly morphing to match the army that surrounds you.
Blink twice.
Now breathe on the mirror. Draw an S in the fog.
S for the Strength your dreams once had. For the Simple formula each day used to come with. For the Singing you would hear in every place your eardrums landed.
When you find yourself wondering how these once indestructible, curvy S's got slashed, draw it. Humanize that straight path that leads vertically through the S, and you'll have your answer.
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Blink.
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