An aesthetic poet, nurtured in oneness. Destined to be hatched, not by the warmth of love, but by the life which eludes him. Curiosity of strangeness, playfully meddling his own self-flamboyance; inquisitively pondering the unknown spectrum outside his shell. Much to be said and much to be heard, but if they can not understand your silence, they can never understand your words.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Can the mirror lie? Yes? No? Maybe so?
Stare for a minute, what do you see? I guarantee, what you feel, is what you’ll see.
The mirror reflects the mind. The mind, can be so blind.
The mirror can never extol... beauty within the soul.