As i look in the mirror i feel the urge to pull you out. That strand of hair sticking their. I feel the movement of my hand slowly sliding up to reach you , just grasp you and pull you with all my might and feel that soft popping sound and feel relived as i hold you in my grip and feel victory. I look back into the mirror and the day goes on as that , just grip , pull, pop , ...... feeling of achievment.
September 21, 2009