Tuesday, June 11, 2013

there is a wall built with wooden blocks. there in the middle, is a black glass that mirrors your reflection in black. if you would stand and look deep into yourself, its darkness is grave and one hand cannot seem to reach the sinking hand. but, if you would look at everything else, the tables and chairs, and the mirrored clock, you'll laugh at yourself, for you are but a shadow.

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