posted on Mar, 29 2010 @ 12:24 AM
I stare at the image in the bathroom mirror and ask him, "Who are you?"
I hear no reply.
I gaze into his eyes. I wonder who he is. What is he doing there?
There are times when this image talks to me. He speaks through my voice, but if I let go and let him take control... words unspoken, unthought of will
I sometimes feel very close to him. Almost like we are brothers, the best of friends. I may be walking and hear him in my mind. He tells me he is me,
but I don't understand what he means.
I want to get to know this man more, I really do. But the temptations of this world breaks the bond. Slowly decaying, rotting the inner connection.
But I stand on my both feet with the utter most intention, love, and unity. Those things have no effect on me, they can not. I will not let them.
I have a long journey ahead of me. The recent connection is very fragile, it can break at any moment. I must listen to this inner voice, and do
whatever it tells me to do.
For that voice is me, and I can not fool myself.
I stare into the mirror, and see a new entity. A new shining beacon of light. A new self. One that is rejuvenated, determined, and with the fury of
For it is time.