This is not my life. What I am living, the body I posses, it is not mine. I am an amalgamation of perceptions, I am the image of which others perceive me. I do not own their visions, I do not power their hearts, in their eyes is where I exist. The mirror has no thoughts, the mirror knows nothing of emotion, the mirror is a lie. Imagine a world without mirrors, strip your mind of the fallacy known as identity, be outwardly; the hells we live, the deaths we die, they are all inside our mind. To surrender, to take that which is not mine, is a robbery so unjust eternity itself is the only punishment that fits. I am my mother’s son, I am my father’s son, I am my brother’s brother, I belong to them. If only I could destroy my “self”, and allow ME to be ME. To desire is to die, attachments only bring endless misery, to live is to want so choose your wants wisely. We want it all, never realizing that in the moment, and in the moment alone, it’s already ours.
