{"id":679,"date":"2024-07-22T09:33:26","date_gmt":"2024-07-22T08:33:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/?p=679"},"modified":"2024-07-22T09:33:26","modified_gmt":"2024-07-22T08:33:26","slug":"mirror","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/?p=679","title":{"rendered":"Mirror"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>\u201cJust a few more days\u201d, she said. These last few days will be the longest, I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Every night I sit in the balcony for hours watching the stars change their design. I smoke, I think about her, I get agitated, I demand her presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\u2019s beyond reminders. It\u2019s beyond longing. It\u2019s beyond yearning. I look around and realise everything else is waiting too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The empty chairs. My clothes scattered around the sofa. My backpack ready for the expedition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Empty cigarette boxes. Old lighters. The mirrors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The kitchen. The balcony. Everything else is waiting too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I share the sentiment of the mirror, as she\u2019s not in front of it doing her skin care. How content must the mirror be when she pulls a chair in front of it and sits down to get ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Like the anaar, mirrors have always been there.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The tension on her face as she accidentally broke the glass reflected on one of its pieces as I picked it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The mirror in Florence, the ruining of her makeup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The mirror in Amalfi, me putting the pomo on her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The mirror in Verona, the warm yellow lights above it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I thought of all of this while I accidentally looked at the mirror, realising it\u2019s sadder than me.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How content must the mirror be when she fixates her gaze upon it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I find myself lost in her eyes. Hallucinations.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her hypnotising eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her face, my mirror.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cJust a few more days\u201d, she said. These last few days will be the longest, I thought. Every night I sit in the balcony for hours watching the stars change their design. I smoke, I think about her, I get agitated, I demand her presence. It\u2019s beyond reminders. It\u2019s beyond longing. It\u2019s beyond yearning. I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bunny"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=679"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":680,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679\/revisions\/680"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}