mirror_image past i stood wet in front of the mirror. i was a blur without my glasses on, but even still the years stood clear on my face. my eyes, tired with deepening wrinkles dyed purple with exhaustion. one eye bloodshot and constrained, the other wide as if taking up the slack for the other. their green seemed staid, duller than they once were, though maybe with a hint of a spark hidden within. somewhere. maybe. i leaned forward, ran my hand through my auburn beard that had grown uneven from lack of attention. stray grey strands betrayed the solid colours on the top of my head. slowly i lifted the electric razor, it's gentle buzzing removing layers of youth to revel shocks of white beneath. laughing, i remember how i was once told that a trim can remove years from one's face. here it added decade, complementing my eyes. 221225 what's it to you? who go blather from