The Death of Self-Consciousness

The mirror has not been kind to me Reflecting back what I don't want to see. Where I am trapped when I feel free, Locked inside the cage, when I see the key. I leave my body.┬áI go away. Sometimes for an hour, perhaps a day. Where┬ánothingness is everything. Where my heart can't talk, but... Continue Reading →

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