my_reflection Death of a Rose Is empty in it's passiveness, a small mark that defines the beginning of the storey. Reckless in attitude, driven to start the day as purchased yesterday. This stare is not mine, nor is the trembling hand that touches my cheek. Dramatic pauses for effect, an audience of one. 040726 ... whitechocolatewalrus broken_mirrors 040726 ... Jess Always seems to find itself in a mirror! 040804 ... Lao Tsu gimmie a sec i'm thinking about it 040907 ... DaMon. Is always changing so I have no idea how I look. 040908 ... Atta-Nikkhamati My reflection Wraps and pulls me under Guides me safely into Worlds I've never been to 060414 ... the end makes me take note of all the pimples and other imperfections no one else bothers to notice. 060414 ... cactus is always there... looking completely disgusted and out of place. 060414 what's it to you? who go blather from