Reflections

Where I am right now, is standing in front of my bathroom mirror. Telling myself that I am the luckiest man in the world..
My right hand wipes a residue of steam from the glass and reveals a vulnerable face. Through the mirror in front of me, I watch as cold water splashes against this face of vulnerability, watch as it as tiny liquid beads drip from an unshaven chin and on to the white tile counter top.
Standing in front of my bathroom mirror I watch as words are silently mouthed. Words like, "you" and "are" and "So", followed with "fucking stupid".
I grab a small plastic toothbrush from the small drawer below and watch, as the toothbrush enters the mouth in front of the mirror. Small circular brush strokes message a set of teeth while words like, "You" and "should" and "be there",
This face in front of the mirror spits into the porcelain sink below, looks back into the fading steam and makes words like, "She" and "is", followed by "fucking amazing".
How I feel right now, is like a circular balloon with a thin blue ribbon on the end. Instead of Helium, or Oxygen, this circular balloon is full of future, attached to a thin ribbon of hope.
I raise my head and look into brown eyes thinking of blue eyes and think of how much I want to be someplace else. Where I am right now is standing four feet in front of glass and steam residue, in front of a reflection of someone who wants to be somewhere else, someone he loves very much.