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What is the opposite of a shadow? Is it the light that erases the shadow from existence? Or is it the reflection in the puddle that shows our silhouette and digs deeper into that original shadow. Showing us more than the light of day could ever uncover with it’s rays. Because even before a mirror in a dark room we can imagine peering into our own familiar eyes. And into our fears of failures and doubts of grandeur. It is there we meander in thought until the loneliness of the silence and the stillness and the emptiness of the penetrating darkness overcomes us. It brings about new beings near by or infinitely far away. Into this mirror do we stare and imagine the aging of our brow. We start to have contests to see who can keep their eyes open longer. It is a maddening sensation to forget what you look like. To forget that the imagined face on the other side of that mirror is actually yourself. To forget what the whites of the teeth from a bellowing laugh did look like. In this madness does the sound distort and contort in most preposterous ways and you’d laugh aloud louder and louder and louder until you became as penetrated by the sound as you were by the darkness and the emptiness and the stillness and the silence of the loneliness. It becomes stretched and cracked with howls in between. See, these laughs were unlike any you’d ever seen. They are not the sounds of the laughter of your youth, but that of your infinite afterlife and all it’s eternal glory. The part of you that stayed pure of heart and continued to believe. It is the sound of that laughter that cracks through the sky to gaze upon your heathen ways. It follows you throughout your damnation and watches you when you start to cry as you sit upon the volcanic ashes that were once a city you believed in and now the only city to believe in is beyond the pearly gates. And you look around at all the lava flowing and feel the heat starting to creep. It is in this moment that you hear that laugh and look up to see your pure of self high above the dark storm clouds overhead. It peers down and sees the tears that have formed a puddle in the lap of your dress. From these tears does your pure self empathize, but then again it is well beyond judgement day and so it grins a sinister smile that would smite even satan had he been present. It licks it’s lips in a most enticing way as if to say come with me. Where the taste on it’s tongue is that irresistible flavor of knowing you were right and you will be blessed for eternity. And I was wrong for spending a lifetime in sin and am doomed to spend eternity staring into this puddle of tears in the lap of my dress. Now I must wait until this reflection reminds me of what the whites of the teeth from a bellowing laugh did look like.
Into the frustrated mind of the constantly in flux. Is it a trueism that the winners are born or is it they develop over time? I hear the music in your lunacy. The rapid speech of a self-induced seduction. You need it and it is far too transparent. I trust you deserve a portion but to inflate it to this other dimension is excessive and destructive in the end. Deflate deflate deflate. We are all spooning the kitchen knife to cut a line on the table far before the snores are able to be heard. I piss a pass over trash onto the curb it is a collection come and past. The clutter becomes the chaos that becomes the scramble of the mind. The rationality surpasses that which is known in reality and now drains through a filter of complacency. Listen girl that ain’t the way to be so give me your hand and not in a fist. Let me be the one to clear your mist. First trust I always want the best and don’t mean to get you stessed but I must confess I can’t hang in this mess. One of these days we will clean your slate and I promise to you that you will feel the power. Because clutter will weaken the spirit and I know how bright yours could be if we only cleaned that lens of yours. Let’s put everything in is right place and float on a bed of sea crackers into the salty horizon.