posted on Jun, 29 2016 @ 06:29 AM
He stood before his mirror reflection;
"Im not a writer in any true sense to its meaning, there are scribes that captivates the human mind and that enthralls the very soul of any creature
who could be called, well, a human..
Im not one of them, in my heart there is a monster, a beast.. Its the human that is kept on the inside and the monster well he is unleashed..
The human is nothing more than an innocent child, someone who still hopes he could be with Peter Pan in Neverland.. To some that innocent child
reaches out.. While the monster is ever watching, together they are one, one could not survive without the other..
The monster bears all the pain, hurt, deceit, just so that child, never really becomes a man.."
And the monster winked.