Cracks in the Mirror.

some might agree that it's nuts, but
have you ever walked down the street and passed a window,
and couldn't help but look at it to see your reflection?
or to look inside?
you probably didn't catch a good glimpse of how you look,
so you keep walking, hoping that there's another window,
so you can see yourself.

i just noticed myself doing that today.
i guess i didn't have enough time to look in the mirror before dropping my mother off at work.
but as i clacked each step, i looked through the 4 consecutive windows of some shop,
i saw myself.
i had this feeling of familiarity when my reflection walked alongside me.
an annoying familiarity, but recognizable all the same.

i wondered to myself if this was normal.
"am i vain?" i asked myself, hearing the clack sound against the brick sidewalk.
but i don't feel like i look in vain.
i feel like i look because i'm aware.
aware of what i myself look like and aware of other's glances.

i feel like people always need a mirror in order to see through people's eyes.
how they see you, what they think, and what you need to change about your appearance in order to change their opinion.
why do you think they say cracked mirrors are bad luck?
i feel like the crack should be recognition.
realizing that changing yourself for just appearances should not be the most important thing.
people's opinions do matter in this world.
but not solely on appearance.

they matter on dignity.
they matter on respect.
they matter on trust, individuality, and uniqueness, i bet.
so don't fret on the jeans and the hair, love
just be aware that staring at yourself only increases the number
of eyes on you a day.

i just found it weird that i keep staring at my reflection.
i never do at home.
i guess appearances matter more to people than they think, huh?