Myself A Mystery

I am nothing without you. My mind tears me down and tells me to screw you, but I see the real me.  I am nothing without you my mind tears me down.  This mirror is my reflection of you and me. Myself a mystery.

Even if I’m not, I am who I am. The problem is, I really don’t believe it. I know I’m in love with you. Even though it hurts. Even though I have no idea why or how. I can’t explain it. I don’t know if I love you, or if you love me. But I am aware of the energy and I know I am here for you, and you are here for me. Whether I accept or reject you is beside the point. I must try to find self-thru all the chaff.

This mirror is my friend, lover and enemy. What was once was, is still there.  Just different. And, that’s how I’ll learn to accept me for who I am or what I’ve become.  It will be a long road. But, a road that needs to be traveled. I cannot stand still while, the stillness passes me by.

You the mirror and me just looking at each other.

Rinse and repeat.

My creativity cries to me, it whispers, I am at the end of my ropes. It is not when I’m at my worst that I notice. I must be at my best. I must be alive when I am at my best.

I’m filled with some inner rage. What is it that the mirror tells me that I am? How can the mirror have such information? What is wrong with me that I’ve allowed myself to make this mistake?

Myself A Person

And, myself a loner but the end brings me to you again and again. I am everything I am in all so many ways so very much I am all over the show I am everywhere at once my body touches you in ways you don’t know or know how to read this mirror is all over the place my head lights up as it’s glowing brighter and brighter you are inside of me and you are the only presence inside of me.

Mirror Of My Soul

Or is it just the mirror of my soul reaching out for the multitudes of other mirror watchers?

The painter who draws merely by practice and by eye, without any reason, is like a mirror which copies every thing placed in front of it without being conscious of their existence. Leonardo da Vinci

Me The Mirror Of Myself

Yes! Am I well, not watching because this humorous gibberish is fun to create are you? 

Joseph Kravis

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