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Oliver Styles Nov 2017
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
Oliver Styles Nov 2017
My warmth inside has drained away
The feelings I held on tight to have became
lost in the breeze
The music-deafening wind not only physically beats me down but also strips me of what I want to hear
I strive for the days that the heat isn’t hiding and the sun peaks out
But the sheer cold makes it hard to breathe, telling me to go back home
I become so aggravated I keep on pushing just to show defiance
The evidence of my fatigue and mental suffering becomes clear as it drops off my face
The mix of heat and frigid times contort my sensations, making me lost
But I must conceal what I feel so I run towards whatever my eyes are on
My mind goes blank, I have become numb
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