The dark has its own way of bringing things into perspective. Or perhaps its the magic of the moonlight, a reflection of that of the Sun. The sound of silence is deafening, ringing out through my room. Where did I go wrong?
The wind is crisp and cool at this time, a balm on aching flesh. The need for human touch goes unfulfilled yet again. They say confidence is key. Yet I can't imagine myself to be remotely appealing. Not my looks, definitely not my emasculating conversation skills or even my head strong attitude.
I must change. I am the problem and I need to fix it.
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The Reflection
Historia CortaReflection. The word has so many meanings that one loses track. In this context, though? Read more to find out !
