If you keep very still, and listen very carefully, you can hear the sky falling.
If you look you will see expressions on human faces that you never want to see again- and after you have seen these expressions, the mirror takes a different light from behind you. You will helplessly remember in that light- but only if you bother to look. Really look. Not shallow reflect- what an easy horror that is! Or- how about the first glimpse of tissue paper skin? ...that- once awful, remote- so remote- is now your permanence. This should not worry you. There is no alarm in aging, only calm & sweet blessings- imagine it, aging... growing, old- continuing to live, to be. Where so many are absent, have been so for so long, and are bones, are ashes, are memories, are the wounds of others- but, are gone, gone. But- you- still- grow.
Life is not gloss.
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