| Through the Looking Glass My eyes flutter curiously as I study you from behind the smoky lens of a looking glass. I observe your other world and I discover a murky brilliance where you mingle with a million --other people. Each of them peck at you like vultures� like ravens. Hungry birds of prey tear you apart and take with them a piece of you. Your remains� broken bones and entrails� are all that is left (ruins of your great city). The blood that has splattered on the white-washed walls paint a pretty picture of your cracked fa�ade. I cannot exhibit salvation: These lessons must be learned the hard way. We will ALL leave you to rot and bake in the scorching brightness of your sun. I refuse to enter your chaotic ecosystem of mind-boggling codependence. I�m afraid of the light there, and would rather prefer to avoid the ambiguousness that comes with it. I like it dark, in the solitude of my own disposition� viewed by all, yet shared by none. Go ahead and lie there while crimson leaks onto sparkley-clean ceramic tiles. Let them take you while I watch from the safety of MY OWN mind� �for in my silent satisfaction I am absolutely sure of one thing: No one has me. I am my own. --Emerald Eyes 11.09.01. Friday, 6:36 PM |