2001-10-02T04:12:00.000-04:00

I looked out the window into the night sky, stars shining above that died millions of years ago. The light of their death reaching this place forward from the past. As I was
looking up I noticed my reflection in the glass. We each have faces we keep to ourselves, faces we alone see. Why is it we feel the need to hide these faces in shadows and lies. Why is it that we don't see ourselves as others see us. The distorted image that was staring back at me, like some distant reflection cast from the void. I look upon myself with tainted eyes, we walk in between what we want people to see and what we really are. It's in this inbetween that we dance the dance of fate. Do we ever truly break free of this place...I don't really know.

2001-09-04T01:03:00.000-04:00

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