At times I find myself looking to what is there and can’t help but feel very far from it. I see myself in a space that doesn’t allow be to be myself. The one in the mirror looks happier and is on greener grass. I think to myself, does he see me and feel the same way that I do about him? Does he envy me? Does he pity me? Are we even the same?– @TheRehabJoint08
It gets lonely in the real world. This world is not made of glass but boy is it fragile! I wish I can disappear in the smoke and avoid being hurt by this world; this ugly world with no light bulbs around its. This harmful world where beauty isn’t observed but weaponized.
The smoke is my escape; my higher place. In the smoke I am nameless, I am one who is missing. And I do enjoy this anonymity- the beauty of absence. Look at me transfigured by the void space.
If I cannot escape, I guess I shall find solace in the man in the mirror. The one who lives outside of this world, the one who can disappear around the edges of the mirror. The one who is not real.
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