What's fragile,
Reflecting, with least prejudice.
What gets broken
More often with neglect?
Why throw away when you can recycle.
What? I was talking about mirror of course!
Every minute a new thought explodes into a brilliant mimicry of my surrounding. Sometimes, it calms my nerves, but mostly leaving me in a fit of hysterics. Here I put down a part of me , the horror, the agony, the beauty of a dreaming mind ..
A race against time begins.