Forget that the night is real, for all you need to know is that this darkness is fulfilling its wanting need, its purpose, suffocating each fighting breath with its hold so tight, a symphony of stars, playing the songs I like, a wetness thick and cold, my body, my me, slipping through the mirror of insipidness into a word that failed to be a reflection of what was, but a world reflecting the darkness of all things into reality, energy disbursing across the endless vastness of reality, birthing the two headed beast of another mirror, birthing the worlds within worlds, not reflecting the lightness, but a world reflecting the darkness of all things into reality, release, fornicate, see the mirror, see who you are without the hindrance of who you was told to be, be, see, fornicate, release, be free to be the me you was always meant to be!
