Somewhere, a stopwatch clicks on
and numbers begin to absentmindedly
count themselves...

all leading to

a momentary glance of time’s stare,
and a commitment to a certain surrender
as fate whispers in my ear,

“I give up my skin in return for held happiness fast”

(my belief that you cant ever fall if you never look down)

but reaching a stillness
and breathing tired fits of thirdeye

While I sit and write the story of

The Mirror and It’s Self-Esteem


This is its first page