For Now

June 18, 2011
In the dark
Sitting on the tiled floor
That offers me no warmth
i look endlessly into the mirror
Staring at my reflection
i see something
But the something i see, is nothing
i tie my ballet slipper,
and use my hands to prop me up,
then walk out of the studio
with the hope that someday,
i will amount to something.





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