Fractured Mirrors

I'm not scared of mirrors.

I look at them from time to time, but every morning as I wake in the darkness of the sun's absence and go to wash my face, I can't bring myself to look at my reflection.

I don't recall when this started, but I can't remember a time when I wasn't like this.

I never really put much thought into it, but at this exact moment, I'm paying attention.

I'm focused on the now.

I think that in the first moments of our day, when everyone is asleep and the world isn't watching, we are in our purest form.

Maybe I'm afraid to look at what I am without my shields on, without that voice in the back of my head telling me to be conscious of how I act because of how others might perceive me.

-my self between dusk and dawn