a mirror.
o yes, the typical scene,
you see yourself,
mirroring your hand gestures.
his hands raised,
as yours follows,
observing both hands falling.
'i don't need an image,
i am that image.'
you pick up the broken shards of glass,
to have twenty blood smeared smiles,
directing to the same thing.
what are you then?
the image of an image
made by images?
do you care?
do we care?
just live
A piece and measure
Concerning oneself
- jeremy
- How much does a stranger want to know about another stranger? Or better yet, how much does a friend want to know about another friend? When its concerning one's self, what is there to tell, i say something and you might disagree. So best to just keep it to a minimum, as to not sound like a vain donkey. My description of myself is going to be different than the readers, so since there are just so many perspectives, who is right? Just cause i am me, doesn't mean i am right, does it? My description may contradict another, hence it cancels out the whole point.But others may think otherwise...
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