Parallel Truths

The glass holds a version I’ll never quite reach, A silent confession with no need for speech. One frame divided, two paths to find, The body in motion, the shadow behind. A fracture in time where the light starts to bend, The beginning of me where the image must end. Two lives in a dance on a thin silver line, The truth of the glass and the breath that is mine.

Bubblezzz art for ACTZ APRIL Mirror Edition , 2026