Saturday, November 20, 2010
I woke up today after doing something wrong, and looke in the mirror. I don't know exactly what I expected to be reflected back, perhaps some type of marring of my face. Perhaps I assumed some sort of physical disfiguration would occur due to my lack of guilt; again, I'm not sure. I stood there starring, searching for something wrong, but I couldn't detect any sign that would give away my misdeed, if anything I looked refreshed from sleep. Perhaps I was searching to see if I could find evidence to prove I was wrong, something to help me define right from our societys definition of wrong, but there was nothing. Maybe such things and their definition are as grey as the sky before it rains.