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Beneath the Surface My face, like a pool, it shimmers. Your thoughts, your ideas, like golden rays of sun, they dance across my countenance. In me, You see your reflection. Your bright, singularly beautiful reflection. And now your eyes, your hands... They bely your curiosity. But like a lake, from this sun I stay distant. Only as such, is it safe to remain. To get close to you. To evaporate into nothing. Evaporate...and for you to see what lies beneath the surface. For beneath the surface, is the monster. Wild and willfull and over whom I have no control. The monster, it seems, has control of me. Who drags me kicking and screaming and blissfully weeping through this life. The monster is everything I am not. He is smart. He is strong. He is crazy and he is mean. He is determined and he is running for his life. And I need this monster, And I need him to be my own. And you see my face. Like a pool, it shimmers. Your words, your ideas, like golden rays of sun, they dance across my countenance. In me, You see your reflection. |
Additional Notes:
It is late tonight. I hope I spelled everything correctly.
I hope I am not terribly misunderstood.
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