when every mirror holds but a fractured selection of truths
which ones do you trust?
who is left to say what side once said This way up
or is every moment just a chance encounter.. rolling dice without numbers
over.. and over.. and over
until we land mirrored side up
smiling.. or not
or not
I'm not asking for sense.. just direction
so I can move forward
rather then just roll over
again
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
when every mirror holds but a fractured selection of truths
which ones do you trust?
who is left to say what side once said This way up
or is every moment just a chance encounter.. rolling dice without numbers
over.. and over.. and over
until we land mirrored side up
smiling.. or not
or not
I'm not asking for sense.. just direction
so I can move forward
rather then just roll over
again
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