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In between two mirrors opposing one another lays a metaphysical space Revealing the alternate dimensions of endless choices Turning one way, half of me is defiant Giving the other mirror attention, my other half is captivated by another Different paths show possibles future The consequences of my decisions stretch further then my eyes can see I feel the blood surging within my veins from my climatic beating heart as the paranoia consumes me The sensation is overwhelming but a sudden realization relieves me These glass walls mean nothing to me as they are just imprisonments of possibilities My desires don’t lie in the future but are right now. Nothing I want lies within the mirrors of complexity I turn to my left and see everything I ever wanted. I see my future, my mind, my life, my everything I became a hound who lost the scent of reality My senses are at a euphoric high as I stop looking into the mirror The rest of me follows my actions and one by one, they look away
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
Pont de Bir-Hakeim
In between two mirrors opposing one another lays a metaphysical space Revealing the alternate dimensions of endless choices Turning one way, half of me is defiant Giving the other mirror attention, my other half is captivated by another Different paths show possibles future The consequences of my decisions stretch further then my eyes can see I feel the blood surging within my veins from my climatic beating heart as the paranoia consumes me The sensation is overwhelming but a sudden realization relieves me These glass walls mean nothing to me as they are just imprisonments of possibilities My desires don’t lie in the future but are right now. Nothing I want lies within the mirrors of complexity I turn to my left and see everything I ever wanted. I see my future, my mind, my life, my everything I became a hound who lost the scent of reality My senses are at a euphoric high as I stop looking into the mirror The rest of me follows my actions and one by one, they look away
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
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