The mirror we thought was our reflection,
                           now cracked and distorted.

For were we really looking deep enough,
or were we just hoping that what we saw
                       was a true reflection of love.

Not a fun house mirror of regret.
                           Not showing the true extent
of what we saw.

But a reflection of what we wanted.



                          Truth is never that kind...

The answer is quite simple really:
You can only love others to the extent
of how much you love yourself.

A little tip: Love yourself first, then
go and love others wildly!

By Arcassin Burnham


Faced with a rude awakening, a man-made prophecy
With low life exceptancies, get you a teacher,
Provoking truth like the boy that cried wolf and a sky full of vultures
And ground full of sheeple,
Not the beginning nor is it a sequel,
The cultures To disarray good hearted people,
Lines are still crossed, leaders think it's special,
Praying only to Him to bring down the vessel,
Hope you got your survival shoes on,
What you need a **** shoulder now?
To cry on when your time is running out,
Father time from this dimension wouldn't even be proud.

By Arcassin Burnham


How did it feel when you took her and made her
Understand that you were the one who cared and
Showed her more compassion?
How did it feel when you've noticed all her
Imperfections letting her go off into the sunset in
A paper town?
How did it feel?
Oh! How did it feel?
Watching over her like the hawk, making sure she'd text back,
Back......

How did it feel when you told her all of those things
Before she ran off and never came back?
How did it feel when you looked for clues and letter boxes
Going on a journey just to see if she'd turn up,
How did it feel?
Oh! How did it feel?
Watching over her like the hawk, making sure she'd text back....
One day, one day.