Imagine a infinite cosmic surface. It might be an imposing wall, or it might be a ground plane that everything rests on. Imagine that it is a mirror that even reflects across time. A sunrise seen through the mirror is a sunset. A newborn's soft skin seen through the mirror is wrinkled and stiff.
I'm telling you about the mirror because I cannot stop thinking about it. I need to talk about it. I feel broken. I smile at sunrise, but I feel the urge to cry too. I blame the mirror.
I don't want to be nihilistic. I believe that life is good. It is an incredible miracle that any of this is happening at all. Existence is a beautiful and impossible dance happening on rolling fields of chaos and chance.
It feels like it'll be okay, but I just need to cry for a moment to get it out of my system. Maybe the feeling is like being severely startled, and it takes a moment for your body to catch up with your mind. Maybe it is like wearing a mask for your whole life.
Anyways, that's it. That's all that I want to share. A place that doesn't exist and a feeling that doesn't make sense. A cosmic mirror. A swirl of cream in coffee. An event horizon. A far shore. A distant vantage point. A reason to smile, and a reason to cry.