Aha?

      This whole figuring-myself-out thing is kind of interesting, I think I like it. It's weird, I've been finding little bits and pieces of me in songs, in pictures, in lines from books.

      So, I think it's time for a writing update...I haven't written anything real in more than a week, it's really, reallyyy sad. But here's the latest scrap of maybe-brilliance:

      Trees

      Watch the mirror ripple, don't you make a move, now, don't you think about blinking or breathing, dear. Close your eyes and I'll close mine. There you have it, there it is. Endless, haunted eyes scanning the distant skyline. Wild locks of dark dirt and deeper chocolate. Nails, growing like weeds amongst the flowers of this imagination, this delusion, this reflection. Save these seeds of madness from taking over, reach out a hand and take mine. I always forget to remember that we're one in the same. Maybe I don't wanna see, maybe it's because you look more alive than me, eternally frozen and cold, just waiting for the next move. So what'll it be tomorrow? What was it yesterday? You remember, right? Funny, cause neither do I.