a friend of mine had said that all our life passes looking into reflections of other people,
of our own, of our fantasies and dreams. the world is a surreealistic room. silent.and all mirrors. you see yourself as you wish.
your image there becomes so lively that it goes out instead of you, talks or just stays silent. instead of you. then other reflections melt your own. they see it as they wish and give life to another generation of reflections.
life appears in ones eyes, disappears in others, comes back in somewhere there, in another mirror... endless. same happens with our thoughts. jumping and sinking from mind to mind..

"hey!", i heard her raising her voice and my heart jumped. sunk in my thoughts i couldn't hear what she was talking. so she repeated it again, "do you think that this cap really suits me?" her eyes still looking for the answer in their own reflection... i didn't answer instead, i blinked hastily. let her find an answer herself...