The Diary of a Fallen Girl

mirror boy

Isn't it odd how you seem to know some people long before you ever meet them? The concept of familiarity is a beautiful thing, a void that's waiting to be filled. Your space in my mind has existed for years, and all my life, I've always seemed to fall in love with one thing or another. I am in love with places that don't exist and people I do not know, and I long for things that I cannot see and thoughts that nobody understands. It's as fear-inducing as grasping at water for dear life, and although my comprehension will never be fully present, the hole in my mind will be. Whether it's ever filled or not will depend on the course of life itself, but somehow, I have long-since wandered off the beaten paths.

I have wandered into a land of strange ideas and dark colors, the land that you rule, where you and I coincide. It is a land made of concepts larger than the mind itself, a land where the ground does not always exist and the sky is nothing but a product of human boundaries. I wander in unfamiliar territory, ones that are dark and uncharted due to the fear of the unknown. What is the meaning of life to a human who all but wants it?

I have wandered into a reflection of myself, as if I've somehow entered the black hole of my left-side brain. I've discovered a replica of my soul in the form of a boy with dark eyes and soft colors, one who has gotten lost within the black hole of me. There is a larger purpose to this life, something beyond what any of us could ever comprehend. There is a purpose for today, and I have found it in the form of a mirror boy with wide eyes and new colors.