[erside]

I NEED TO WAKE UP.

... Have you ever been trapped in a prison of mirrors?
It is a revealing experience regarding oneself. Regarding one's own psyche and their potential.

I hate mirrors.

Alas it is all one can do at a time. Stare into the mirrors, endless reflections that bounce off one another in hopes that it will eventually result in the culmination we hoped.

But it never does turn out to be different.

When I look into the mirror. I see myself as smart.
I'm a genius, and maybe the rest of the world can't see that reflection. That is their fault for also hating mirrors.

I must be a genius afterall. I know things.

I saw things, how my reflection decays.
my reflection betrays.
my reflection prevails
my reflection unveils.
my reflection becomes.

And when I open my eyes.


...
I hate mirrors.

I wonder if perhaps it uses mirrors to watch me?
                                                                      mock me?
                                                                             taunt me?
                                                                         become me?

I must be smart.

Who else could peer into the matter of the unsoul? To advance and make such strides in demonology.

 Peer through the veils and cracks that our world makes for us to abuse.
to consume.
to presume.
to
....

The fire in that gaze. I wonder if it is watching me.

If it knows that I don't like it. If it knows what I would do if it gave me the chance to. It probably doesn't like it.

I wouldn't like it if I was watching me either. This arm of mine aches still. It hurts
and burns
and spurs
and churns
and breathes

I wonder if this loss of mine will result in me being devoured?
Before I can become one with you.
Ifrit.