I Series - I was

I Series - I was


There is always something scary

About looking back to the past

To see, then realize

That you are, the person that you've

betrayed,

the most


Nobody knows when

Nor would I even care

Dreams are… the past

They always—

are


For the future… 

For that dream to be… 

Is only a fabric, 

Of what once was reality… 


So… who I am right now—

My shadows, my mirrors, 

My illusions... 

My reality… 


Are all shards… 

Of broken dreams… 

So sharp it cuts through me… 

So soft it makes me whole… 


So here I was—

As I am… 

Watching myself, 

To

Be. 

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