Reflections of My Reflection

As bright as an epiphany firing me up
Exploding ideas guiding my bristles into variations of colours
Bold
Warm
Cold
In a cosy pouch, Devoted to my Mistress
As we board the plane too…
Memories.
Refreshing me, bringing me back to when I first met my Grandpa,
If only I could catch my reflection forever,
Waking up with a sudden shower splashing on my hairs
Then I travel to the hair salon experimenting with different shades every second
Sitting in a meticulously embellished cabinet with all my other friends,
Holding me back for her to open the drawer and let the brightness shine on us,
Shifting, Shifting, guided by my owner on a rough white surface,
Finally, when I want to wash my body with,
Colourful,
Thick,
Bubbles,
BUT ONLY MY BRISTLES ARE EVER PURIFIED