There's a glow in my eyes burning from the sight of things. I'm born with this silent masquerade while I'm shattered by a dejected seam. I could never alter the threads of the past but I can thread the pattern of what's to come. I don't remember much for I choose not to take glimpse of it.
It's quiet surreal to lay afloat on every bit of daydream. Sometimes, not everything is what it seems. But no matter how painful the memories feels, I try to hold on to something dear...those happy ones that none can borrow (its meant to be shared).
Every castle lies a secret. Every fortress has its valor. Every spell has its personal gain. Every thing may not always be perfect. Every miracle is a gift.
All I have in my hands are the old forgotten frames mixed with the prickly hapless glass with my stained reflection on it and a fervent smile I'm too shaky to keep.
I don't want to cut myself loose on damaged holes though I peep on them with blinding light. For I have been on one, a one of a kind big kind before. I've put a barrier around me. Its some sort of a defense mechanism. I've learned to chill; let it easy and try to laugh it out than to live in misery. I let my guard up because I don't want to break the glass in front of me again. I want to see clearer. I want to see who I am and what I have become.
A cracked mirror can still be fixed while hazy as the shadow be (even if its vividly dark and cold to feel), sometimes you just have to wait for the sun to shine light once again. That even when the sun sets on a deserted island, its best to get your feet wet no matter how crazy the weather can be.
There are certain things I can barely say directly, more-so when things get wary than what seems to be. I know its too late to apologize for doing insignificantly nothing in one corner and for my unusual shallow response. Also for my incapability to quickly respond since I'm a slow thinker who carefully tries to reprieve and sometimes tends to be at lost for words. How I hate this limiting notion in not being able to steal the dews away. I'm so sorry. I really am.
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Disclaimer: Can you see the mirrored past or even the future dark patterns of the raincloud?
