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STOP IT!! a hateful finger lunges at the mirror in front of me. pacing angerly i feel the warm hatred flow from my pores. i scream at the image of myself on the other side "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!!!"
"I'M TIRED OF HAVING DREAMS HOPES ASPIRATIONS AND YOU WONT FUlFILL THEM FOR ME"
the pale cold sunken image stares silently back at me. the broken mirror refelcts an image that only exists on the inside. an image that if seen would startle my aquaintances.
IF YOU WANT A CHANGE JUST DO IT. DON'T PUT IT OFF Like you've done.......your whole....life. the mirror floats toward me and slowly becomes one...again.
the harsh realization confuses me . i slump onto the cement floor in side the boundaries of Wherever.
i light a candle and dance in the warehouse breeze.
i get up after the candles flame is spent and leave as the smoke wraps its tendrils around me. i leave the warehouse in wherever and return to the cinnamon forest.
i sit in the middle of the grove and feel the rain sift over me coming in strange spurts and leaving just as quickly.
i am bored as wood
sitting with head in hands the cinnamon scent overwhelms me and a fall asleep in the arms of the emerald grass
"I'M TIRED OF HAVING DREAMS HOPES ASPIRATIONS AND YOU WONT FUlFILL THEM FOR ME"
the pale cold sunken image stares silently back at me. the broken mirror refelcts an image that only exists on the inside. an image that if seen would startle my aquaintances.
IF YOU WANT A CHANGE JUST DO IT. DON'T PUT IT OFF Like you've done.......your whole....life. the mirror floats toward me and slowly becomes one...again.
the harsh realization confuses me . i slump onto the cement floor in side the boundaries of Wherever.
i light a candle and dance in the warehouse breeze.
i get up after the candles flame is spent and leave as the smoke wraps its tendrils around me. i leave the warehouse in wherever and return to the cinnamon forest.
i sit in the middle of the grove and feel the rain sift over me coming in strange spurts and leaving just as quickly.
i am bored as wood
sitting with head in hands the cinnamon scent overwhelms me and a fall asleep in the arms of the emerald grass