underestimated, misunderstood, falsely accused...

so I glanced at a blank, it looked back

...I smiled, feeling confident,

it grilled me in disappointment....

then a mirror, liking what I'd thought I'd see,

it spat at me...

then within, this time without preconceptions,

I saw unequivocal greatness, glory, victory,

wings spreading, eyes glowing, countenance radiating

...I saw what none can, then realized it was a just a dream,

projected expection of the self amongst the selves,

greatness when I close my eyes to the world,

foul once awoken from the bliss of personal sanctuary,

I was my accuser, misunderstanding myself

overestimating reality by the measure of fantasy..

then, I looked around and saw in many,

that reality had completely replaced fantasy,

so how can they possibly see me?

why then, should I feel falsely accused?

notifications made me really and primitively love the color red >_<

today seemed inspired,

clever grammatic acrobatics,

maybe some genuine musings,

definite contextual reactions.

has the psyche, yours and mine,

been as busy as the day's rain?

what was so different in the air,

when we stayed inside,

seCured in our sense of shelter?

was it ugly out? I found it beautiful,

but I couldn't take my laptop outside :/

Ohhh the elaborate plots,
of a girl trying to depart,
when she needs to ****.

What a striking metaphor,
to the core, for the attack,
against a natural score.

A silent symphony,
silent and deadly :{ buttt,
don't worry, you're too pretty.