Reflections...

This self-portrait taken in Portugal a couple of weeks ago truly mirrors my recent state of my mind: multiple layers intertwined resulting in infinite recursive reflections that ultimately lead to a persistent headache but no conclusions (for the record, I made sure to verify the spelling and "reflexion" with an "x" is an archaic form of "reflection"). Upon reflection, I opted to write a post that holds no significance for anyone other than myself, as I navigate through my perplexed mental state. Perhaps there is someone who can connect with this topic and find it relatable. One never knows...

Am I inside or out?

Is it important where I am to reflect on what I want? Or is it my desires that ultimately dictate my location at any given time? Two days ago, I began writing this post, but it appears that my mind is not in sync with my thoughts. My ideas are scattered, with words and sentences blending together, forming a circular bubble that entraps me completely. Unexpectedly, last night, I crafted a song. The melody emerged first, with the lyrics trailing behind. Will I ever share it? Perhaps... Time will tell. For now, I'll finish my glass of wine and try to turn off my circular thoughts.