Reflection

Reflection

I send my gaze to the glassy pool beside me

As the canopy of stars envelops my mind and the chilled air fills my lungs.
Muttering every so subtly, the figure stares back at me, daring a closer look

Not a single moment breaks the pane of so intent a glare.
On and on the figure taunts me, but all I see is the face.
The silence holds onto a still face, ready to be broken by a single touch.

And yet the face I see looks normal,
Like any other face I’ve seen it seems fine, but with every look I grow uneasy
Relentlessly I try to splash at the water got what lies below
In that moment the face is gone and my hand cannot close
Grating my teeth as my hand retreats, the figure returns to normal.
Holding onto myself I look again, the figure smirks at me
That which he hides below is too difficult to see.

Over and over I squeeze my hand, hoping the pain will die
Never again will I try so hard to reach beyond
Lest I hurt myself again, but this time more damaging.
Yet I try and try to stare at this figure and see

As the stars begin to fade, and my mind begins to calm

Remedies seem close at hand
Each and every thought reminds me of my pain but
For brief moments I stare and see nothing
Life returns to normal, the thoughts slow down, the figure stops staring
Externally I look fine, I feel fine
Clarity comes into my head and I stand to leave
The next time I return to the fountain I’ll know
I only saw simplicity
Onward I moved away.
Now, darkness. 

The only reason to have a blog anyways....

Yep.

As you can guess, the title suggest something about my blog. It is the ultimate procrastination tool. Because I could be reading Hamlet right now. I could be working on precalculus. And I could be doing all sorts of things. Instead I am writing on a blog read by maybe 5 people. But hey at least you guys get the message, right?

So yea. I guess I could say I'm back? (Along with CK of course this makes the boyS part). So yes. Maybe for once in my life I will be able to commit to something. Or not.

I'm going to try, just for you. So yea, feel special about yourself...because I feel special about myself now (it's that warm kind of egotism that you get when you know you did something right and earned brownie points with the white-bearded guy upstairs, doesn't it make you so happy?).

Enjoy while this lasts, because hey you never know how long it will be.
Kind of like your life.

Godpseed,
T.F.