hiding in the perfect darkness of my room the thick night caressing and yet suffocating numbness broken by a single flame my face appears before me a reflection of flickering shadows why do i look so dead? looking harder, the face becomes distorted someone else staring back at me another person inside me another's eyes behind my own threatening, always threatening to surface moving the candle closer trying to get a better look who is this? who am I? cupping my hand around the flame the faces disappear but the questions echo in the dark. I am too afraid to hear the answer.
Reason for writing:
It's been a long time since i've written anything. I would really appreciate comments and advice. email me. please.
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