Visions in my mind are becoming quite tailored, wrapping around my conscious like a fine suit of failure. This self image I have is not the most beautiful of portraits. Yet somewhere beneath the haze, meandering through lifes maze, and wandering down a hall of what appears to be another dead end. I see cracks in the wall up ahead. As Im busting through I feel a sense of freedom coming out on the other side, my stride begins to quicken. Suddenly my mask loosens bits and pieces fall to the floor. My journey in this labrynth is nearing its end. For coming to the finish my prize starts to descend. Family and friends are cheering all around, gazing is just beyond. Turning around to look through their eyes, astonished to find that what theyre peering at is their own version of me
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 22:06:20 +0000
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