Slow, careful notes reverberate through the thick air as I turned to face the endless maze of mirrors before me. It cried of loneliness and despair, as what my guide had told me. Fixing my gaze onto the layers of glass mirror in front of me, I try-though I knew it’d be a futile effort-to peer through the glass as if to look for an invisible ( Read more... )

it's brown. you can feel the weight of the invisible tension. it's hanging just above you, ready to fall and smash you into little pieces. and the wind. the wind swiftly blows around you repeatedly, making a whirlwind of the leaves and swaying the tension to a mold around your being like a gentle blanket. you are glass; you are a delicate being. ( Read more... )