-1 'A mirror crashes against a wall',
... no, no, no. That's too sudden,
It's not just a mirror,
it's a shattered mirror,
-5 ... well, at least it is now.
Ok, let me see...
"The mirror, fragile, delicate,
casted on the wall,
-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,
like millions of ghosts,
reflecting her ghostly image back..."
wait, wait, wait!
-13 Who is this girl,
where is she from,
well, I guess it's not important where she's from,
but, who is she?
-17 And, besides,
who shattered the mirror?
maybe she did,
out of outrage to a loved one,
-21 or maybe she's scared,
... no, she's scared,
she's afraid for something.
hmm...
-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,
the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,
her eyes, a newborn lamb's,
her skin, frozen in her glass frame,
-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."
Ok, now what's wrong with her?
She should be broken,
Hey, aren't we all?
-33 Maybe she needs a home,
... Then, where the hell is she now?
And, if she is in a home,
not excluding that she's not,
-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",
a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,
but, does she have a calling,
a family... friends?
-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,
a diamond in the rough,
... That's just what she is,
a rough, imprisoned in some hell,
-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,
without surrender, she says to herself,
she tried with all her might to withstand,
to endure, to fight back,
-49 But it was too much,
to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,
to be better, to be the 'one',
as if there was nothing else she could be..."
-53 But, then, what the fuck?
What is she to do now that she's shattered?
What's her calling,
does she have one?
-57 ... maybe she has none,
maybe this could just be a sad story,
like Sweeney Todd,
... what was the moral of that story, anyway?
-61 Maybe there was none,
Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,
like, Jekell and Hyde,
God, that could be it!
-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,
for, she knew, if life is worth it all,
all the praise it gets,
all the hype thrown at it,
-69 what must be so bad about death,
about destroying the one thing she longed for,
her whole life's only want,
... you see she'd only been surviving,
-73 making little by little,
inching by, while everyone else had thrived,
They had lived,
They had more than just necessity,
-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,
they could afford to make mistakes,
a luxury she didn't have.
So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,
-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,
scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."
... this is too much,
I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,
-85 So, what do you think?
... mhmm... I see your point,
well, you're right, it's too much anyway,
I'll just go to bed... -88
Monday, December 1, 2008
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