Sunny day, the typical traffic, the guilt; a combination to a particular moment. A moment that -can- be described as beam of external light. What is it?
The mirror. Who are you? I know that you only show the present time of reality -a glimpse of this very moment that determines the present. Why are you looking at me? You, only you -who is able to shine. I see you looking at me -not judging me of my flaws. You, you are true.
Last night, I had two nightmares. Both allowed my body to sweat fear, emotions, and betrayal. A betrayal of what? My peace, my life, my everything that matters now?
Tomorrow, however, will be a mystery. I want you inside of my soul. My passion is to make you satisfied in one’s life. Who are you? My Heart is… well, it is what it is -love.
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