The Other Side Of The Reflection

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He hides away in his fortress.

Monday, November 5, 2012


Someone once told me that if you stuff your mouth with glitter and walk out into the sea that you could breathe.

I choked.
I am a foolish boy.

Somewhere I once read about a man that grew tentacles out of seashells buried in the sand.

My garden is barren.
I am a foolish boy.

Once a mermaid kissed my cheek and promised that I could swim.

I drowned.
I am a foolish boy.