Muse 104: Photographs

found via unknown

Everyone is secretly a stalker, a mirror watcher that keeps their gaze in the corner of their eye. Everyone is afraid of what comes around unexpectedly. Mirrors and photographs are our eyes - we watch the world in our own perspective, with our own lens, but we forget the eyes that look back at us. Those are the ones that see us for who we are, the ones that notice our flaws as closely as a magnifying glass, making us scrutinize ourselves more than we should. So the flaws get larger and larger when they've started out as nothing at all, because we forget that mirrors and photographs are our perspectives and not all eyes have 20/20.

Muse 97: You'll Save Me Right?

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While I sat, sick in the stomach, with tired eyes, I felt that flicker again. It was like a relapse in time, a shifting in the air and I swear the world in front of me cracked in two. My eyes were seeing things separately instead of as one. It was as if the foundation underneath me had fallen out, ready to suck me in because I didn't want to choose between worlds. There was one where he wasn't dead, but I didn't have her and the other was what I had now, but I didn't want to live with one and not have the other - and then I woke up, snapped to my senses, and everything merged as one again. People think I'm crazy when I tell them that a parallel universe exists. Then I ask them why God gave us two eyes, and there is no answer.