Looking in the shallow mirror what is seen,a monster within waiting to spring forth and gain the empty shell that contains it. Upon the surface lies the norm the one you might expect, behind lies my dear friend waiting for her prison to crumble. Crumble it shall for my will is weakening, I am lost, so lost. When shall I return? Resurfacing from the depths again, only to plunge right back down. Forever lost and abandoned.
August 4, 2009