chaste_indigestion Doar complicated moon phases slithering across my cerebellum, getting lost_in_a_moment like finding the mother of all cornfields in the middle of floor, hoping i can get home soon, and being unable to cry at my own trashiness. i've stared at the mirror so many times expecting the doppleganger to appear and take control but it never happens and i'm not sure whether to be dissapointed or elated. and i've stared at the mirror so long that i've become unrecognizable to myself, wondering who is it that wears this face because it certainly couldn't be mine. and i've watched my face shift with the moons pull, not needing a stitch in time, i know i can't stay in front of this mirror and stay sane, so i pull away everytime convinced of nothing. 050823 what's it to you? who go blather from