Mirrormask

Its a mask, the mirrormask. It's reflective, it magnifies, it is a lens. It's something polished, something prized. something that's been worried over and scrubbed and buffed until we can see ourselves in it the way we always wanted to see ourselves. I've never been able to polish anything to that fine of a sheen.

I could discuss the concepts that are discussed, but I don't really want to. I don't want to analyze, the way we are taught to analyze. I want to enjoy, the way I have done before. I want to speak in riddles and answer in jests and not wonder what keeps everything from falling down. I used to know.

Things can be so intrusive. And perverse. I can't help but wonder how others see the world. If they saw the world as I did would they act out the poor parodies they seem to? Do they enjoy them? I can only curl my lip. It's something between a sneer and a smirk, and even I don't know which one I'm trying to convey. And now I feel as if I don't understand.

I often wonder, the times I have to myself, how things have come to change. I have often known my place, and the way that I move, and how my time seems to count along towards whatever beginning we have set for ourselves. A steady pace, a gentle countenance, a cowardly way, but subtly. I am comprised in subtlety. Here my thoughts can be discerned but yet I always feel that I haven't been able to communicate what I really wish to. For pandering is a life spent best in a court without fools, all the better to be without competition.

I understand this. I did before. It was one of my greatest virtues, when I was young. Although youth remains there is something else which takes its place, and it is to this that I owe the greatest debt. The unfortunate thing is that this debt cannot be repaid - it is the nature of the thing - and it will continue to grow like my ears and nose, and the ability to tolerate irrelevant banter. Oh I see. That is ironic.

This is not something I can conclude. Nor would I if I could, for it would not lend itself any longer were I to, how you say, stop. But I should think that the mirrormask has reflected itself upon me quite enough today, and me upon myself as well. I've done well for riddles, I must say. Perhaps, a couple of these words are good. Perhaps.