The Reflection, The Shadows, and everything In between.
Florence Lau
Silence echoed among these walls
down the long path—with padded step
These corridors of our mind
It seems as if time stood still.
Made no difference to our paralyzed body—
The scent of fear,
The Loss of sound
Loss of taste
Touch, Feeling and of Sight.
This is what we fear.
The mind has many corridors, the seen and unseen.
I am the reflection. I am the shadows behind you,
and everything in between .
