Where have I gone?

KatePowellArt,I tried to draw my soul but all I could think of was flowers

It's everything so clean, on the verge to emptiness. But just on the verge, because of the mirror. This great glass covering the walls.

Standing there. Facing. Staring. Its own face deep there, far on the other side. Drowned in the eyes it hurts.

Spirals can be seen. As dark waves and blurry scratches. Blurrier and blurrier until absolute invisibility falls - absolute blindness chasing senses. There nothing to drown in. Nothing but two shineless, pale globes. Dead.

Hoplessness keeps on reigning as deep sadness. Was there any space to madness, it'd lead to there. But there is not. Desperations fills the lacking hearts when facing this non lightened tunnels behind those eyes.

You know what people say about eyes: they're the windows to one's soul.

- Where's yours?