Holiday Blues

The cool breeze of the holidays turns into a nightmare of mirrors: I am inside a polyhedron of mirrors. They are all around, and I am all they see. They surround me – I am all I see. And I realize I am alone. The cool breeze of the holidays turns into a nightmare of prisms: I see myself break up into me. I break up, then break up into me. I go on, but it’s the same. I realize I am alone; I realize I am lonely. Kristina Lim December 22, 2006 Quezon City, Philippines