Ink flows through my pen onto paper... Freezing time on these pages... Freezing moments forever... Preserving my states of mind... My thoughts... sometimes like mirrors... reflecting the past... Sometimes like smoke... clouded by doubts... Who we really are?... Is everything an illusion... reflected in a stream... does anything last... People... are they ever real... Or are they just tricks and fickle visions of light... unreliable... unattainable... Like butterflies... At least I'm fortunate enough to have one on my shoulder perpetually... Even though she's physically not there all the time... I know she'll never leave my side... Strange are the ways of the world... Cuts you like a knife... When you'll bleed the most... takes and takes from you... Leaving you hollow... Denying you your feelings your expectations... My words... They give me sanity in this aberration... They give me refuge... for that what i'm denied...
