CANT I BE THE MIRROR BEFORE ME
Iam an absured image of myself.
A conscious dream of the selflessness.
A blend of bleeding poesy and detachment.
A surviving but striving emotion.
The presipitation of all intrigues and an effervessence of myth
I am real but i dont know why
I am the mirror before me
I am the foot prints that carried me from eternity.
I am the expectations that leads me to eternity
I am the air inhaled
I AM IN A WAY MYSELF BECAUSE
I AM NOTHING ELSE THAN ME!!!! kris
