It was a Thursday night,
I walked into a pub,
Who's that sat by the window?
Walking towards him, he looked up,
Was I looking into a mirror?
The feeling of a dream came over me,
and so began
the day I met myself.
We got along famously.
We agreed about music,
We agreed about art,
We agreed about politics,
We agreed about philosophy,
We agreed about religion,
We agreed about morals,
We agreed who were the bad people,
We agreed who were the good people,
We laughed so much, at all the things we had in common.
We cried about our hurts,
Then a silence ascended, we didn't know what to say!
Then we both agreed on one more thing,
To never see each other again.


Songs for this, Mirror man by The human league.
Mirror in the bathroom, The Beat.

No one expected land there.
Just sea, and more sea.

But something surfaced…
not by force,
but by refusal to sink.

Stone gathered itself.
Wind taught it stillness.
Time brought shape.

Then light.
Soft. Steady.
Not searching…
just present.

Some pass close
and feel its warmth.
They say the tower listens.

But it only answers
what arrives
with light of its own.

I'm a lucky guy,
Thanking the heavens above,
All my friends,
Are junkies for love.