If I push forward
will i fall out the other side?
A portal to the future
where everything is more bright with florescent lighting and cold linoleum floors to fall on.
If i stick my hands through the mirror
each shard bypassed; easily now
then the universe tilts and i am suspended in time.
Falling softly into my future self,
gripping onto what i only know to be true.
Biting the fleshy bits of my lips
as i censor these tiny screams of frustration…
Its okay to let them echo.
No one can hear them except me.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
If I push forward
will i fall out the other side?
A portal to the future
where everything is more bright with florescent lighting and cold linoleum floors to fall on.
If i stick my hands through the mirror
each shard bypassed; easily now
then the universe tilts and i am suspended in time.
Falling softly into my future self,
gripping onto what i only know to be true.
Biting the fleshy bits of my lips
as i censor these tiny screams of frustration…
Its okay to let them echo.
No one can hear them except me.
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