There is a world of seeking. It is equally simple, yet wrought with unfulfillment, This world is filled almost entirely of dreams. In this world, I am a shattered mirror with the sticky tape still holding its shape. Everywhere I search, I see myself again. I am confused. I can see beautiful prisms of rainbow light in my periphery. I turn to catch them and they’re gone. When the backdrop is removed, I am in shambles on the floor. What remains is merely a reflection of my brokenness with no structure upon which to project.
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Enjoying ur writing!! So in depth!!