Back at me.
Through the mirror I see a girl staring back at me. Brown locks fall past her shoulders and piercing, green eyes hide beneath boxy glasses perched on her nose. Arched eyebrows compliment full lips and chubby cheeks accent her narrow chin. When she smiles it's as if it face reawakens, coming alive underneath the neon. Yet as she stands there, staring, probing and eying.. she can't seem to find anyone at all.
Underneath her smooth, tan skin, there lay a brain. A network of nerves, cells and highways of blood vessels converse it's every inch. Like watching fireworks go off in a city far, far up and away, we see explosions of activities in it's various sectors. Confusion. Joy. Weakness. Stifling exhaustion. A million, trillion thoughts cross those wires every second. As if it was a sponge full to capacity and leaking over with no where to spill, her skull aches. Pounds. If she would open her mouth, you would hear her.
Release.
And it terrifies her.
Underneath her smooth, tan skin, there lay a brain. A network of nerves, cells and highways of blood vessels converse it's every inch. Like watching fireworks go off in a city far, far up and away, we see explosions of activities in it's various sectors. Confusion. Joy. Weakness. Stifling exhaustion. A million, trillion thoughts cross those wires every second. As if it was a sponge full to capacity and leaking over with no where to spill, her skull aches. Pounds. If she would open her mouth, you would hear her.
Release.
And it terrifies her.