To relish in a world of freedom, where the only eyes that see are those of God and those with all seeing attributes.
It has been awhile - cloaked in a sense of desolation, kept away from a place once called home. Away from comfort, blooming in the thrills of the real life. Using other avenues to feed this frenzy - yet none is complete, none properly replacing the world of long winded words and supreme epics.
This shall be my mirror - a painting of life as I see it, not in the form of diaries or journals of what is to be remembered of me. But as true as any mirror, a mere reflection that fits the shapes of the glass.
A different me.
It has been awhile - cloaked in a sense of desolation, kept away from a place once called home. Away from comfort, blooming in the thrills of the real life. Using other avenues to feed this frenzy - yet none is complete, none properly replacing the world of long winded words and supreme epics.
This shall be my mirror - a painting of life as I see it, not in the form of diaries or journals of what is to be remembered of me. But as true as any mirror, a mere reflection that fits the shapes of the glass.
A different me.
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