'Ah for shame! Day and night she stares at her own reflection, marvelling at her visage without fail.
How vain, how selfish to be in love with your own self!'
Silence followed the passing of the onlookers who spied once again at the lady who kept herself company by the riverside.
Only the wind ever spoke to the flowing of the water as the lady stared at her reflection.
The plants rustled then as a shaky hand reached out to touch the reflection in the water.
'You are the only one who would ever listen, who would ever care, the only one who could only understand me. Don't worry,
it's just us two here. No one can tell us such cruel things. They know nothing, they never do. '
The grass swayed in agreement, whispering amongst each other, saying:
'How cruel to call her vain, when all the kindness she had ever received is from her own self. Ah for shame!'
May you find peace within yourself that the cruelty of others will be forgotten as you find comfort in your own heart.
This is very close to my soul. I could not stop thinking about this and even if I kept having mistakes when drawing this I found myself trying to finish it. It had to be told.
Narcissus came to mind when I was drawing this.
Who is to say that a person who looks at their own reflection is vain, when all they are doing is finding that safe space that only they themselves can provide?