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A Broken Reflection by o-kemono

A Broken Reflection

o-kemono

"What pillars keep your mood and spirits up tend to crumble from time to time. Sometimes its just a small crack that can easily repair itself in a day. Other times the entire column falls, causing a large disaster. When that happens, your mood, your way of thinking and your self respect goes down into the column rubble. You start to hate yourself. You start to doubt your actions and way of thinking. With no one to help you and hold your hand, you can't help but fall until you hit a cold hard surface. In front of you, you catch your reflection in the mirror. With your weak state, you start to hate yourself more. You can't help but try to make the reflection go away. You start to hate who you see. You can't stand the reflection in that mirror. Like your mental column, your reflection cracks, shatters and pieces of you fall to the ground.

Anything could have caused that mental column in your mind to collapse: a sudden event, a lack of mental energy, a harsh confrontation or sudden realization of "truth". When it falls, all that you have left is the repeating "facts" that your brain is processing, trying to find determine what is "real" and what is "false" and what caused the cracks in the first place. When you are alone, you have no help in trying to find the answer. You are left with your own mind, not knowing if what it's telling you is part of your imagination or actual fact. You panic. You start blaming yourself and only yourself. You hear voices in your head, pointing the finger at you and blaming you for something you never did or a miscommunication from something or someone. They get louder the more you try not to listen. Like the broken pieces of yourself, you fall to the ground.

You see the pieces of your reflection down on the floor. Its showing the same sad face as your own. Those are pieces of you that fell - pieces that broke away from the whole you. In front of you is what remains of the whole you, but now cracked and damaged. You see pieces missing, showing black holes in the already warped image of yourself. Deep down inside, you can't stand to see yourself like that. You start to get sympathetic to what you see. That one part of you, that loving part, that base of the column, still remains. Its just the body itself is damaged. You put too much attention to the body and forgot about what is still standing in front of you. You do what anyone else would you: you try to fix it. You slowly and calmly try to put back the pieces where they belong. As you pick up ever piece that fell, a bit of truth about yourself comes into your mind. You know its true and not a figment of your imagination. That truth washes away the imagined answers your brain couldn't process and had to put something in it's place. Every time you put a piece back, you see the black voids in yourself start to fill. The more you put back, the more of yourself you see. When the last piece is put back where it belongs, deep down inside you feel a small bit of satisfaction and you don't stop until every piece is removed form the cold floor and placed back where they came from.

You still see cracks and damages to your reflection, but now you are a bit wiser then you were when you first broke it. You still hate what you see, but feel sympathy for the condition of your reflection. Instead of leaving a broken image of yourself, you replace it with a better one. Now you see yourself once again, without cracks, breaks and holes. A small smile of satisfaction appears on you. You miss that smile. But you know, deep down, you are still hurt and you still feel a bit broken. Bits of rogue thoughts still travel through your mind, giving you false hope and lies. Now is not the time to be by yourself. Now is the time to be with your friends and loved ones. Now is the time to talk to them, to talk to the people you trust. They are there to help you build a better, stronger mental column for your mind and will help clean up any rubble and dust you missed."

More vent art. I drew and wrote from what was on my mind at the time...

artwork © 2012 Alex Cockburn

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