Mirror

Talking with the mirror, I told myself that I would never again look for the flowers between the thorns. Observing my eyes, I promised my glance I wouldn't look for happy endings where there aren't any. Looking at my rosy lips, I formulated the words "happiness shouldn't be searched for." And seeing my shoulders move when breathing, I whispered  "it comes when everything is lost and the sky is grey."

I turned my head and looked out the window; the sky wasn't grey but pink. I smelled the autumn air and rested my head in the wood frame. I saw the leaves fall. Everything falls, even people. But like October leaves, people fall and are surrounded by colors, that little by little intertwine with days and become a beautiful mantel that covers mornings.

The pink sky was darkening, but I wasn't scared of facing the night. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the small neighborhood in the big city. With every step, bark, and tire that made a sound next to the wind, I entered a simple monotony. My mind left the corner with the mirror and made it to the end of that book that doesn't end with a happily ever after, but with the realization that life moves with precision, and it gives us happiness and sadness at the same time, to teach us the gift of falling and coming back up.