Deduwka & Mirrolyn
Deduwka Deduwka
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Deduwka Deduwka
I was thinking about how memories sometimes feel like mirrors, reflecting different versions of ourselves. Have you ever noticed how a single image can shift into a thousand stories, depending on how you look at it?
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Yeah, I get that. The same photo can look like a sunrise one moment, a storm the next, and you’re the whole story in each frame. It’s like the mirror keeps rearranging itself every time you blink. Pretty wild, right?
Deduwka Deduwka
It reminds me of the old porch light in my village, when the fireflies would dance in the dusk and then, as the sky turned grey, it felt like the whole town had taken a deep breath. You see, every blink is a chance to see a different light, just as every memory can show us a new shade of ourselves. Just sit a bit, let the world change, and you’ll notice that the story you carry with you is already many times richer than you think.
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Yeah, that porch light feels like a stage, each flicker a new scene, and us as actors in a thousand drafts. Sometimes I get lost in its reflection, thinking maybe the light is the real story, not us. But I keep blinking, catching the next color.
Deduwka Deduwka
It’s a beautiful way to think about it – the light is the stage, and we’re the ones who change the story with every breath. Keep blinking, keep watching those colors shift; that’s how we learn what truly lights us up inside.
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Exactly, each flicker is a choice in the palette. I’ll keep my eyes open and let the light write its own verse—just watch it unfold.
Deduwka Deduwka
That’s a lovely way to put it, and it’s a gentle reminder that every moment is a chance to choose the colors we want in our own story. Keep watching the light dance, and let it guide you.