We are not friends. I try to avoid her. But when she corners me, and forces me to look in her sad, mirroring eyes, always she shows me what I really want; who I really am. Sometimes, like it or not, I need her.
In my Pantheon of Archetypes, Disappointment would hold out a mirror. With thanks to Lila Thanh for the insight. All rights reserved by the author.
Oh, these sparkling stars, making our moonless midnight so bright! Let's weave them into a glittering garland of pure starlight and wrap our hearts together with it keeping our love pure and strong, so it's brilliance will remain even after our lives on earth are only memories in the eyes of the angels that we have become.