A Club After My Own Heart!
We are but reflections of our future selves awaiting perfection or the end — whichever is less painful. The perception of others makes us appear ugly. We in fact are mere butterfliees trapped in the refraction of butterfly wings. We only soar every-so-often; then crash miserably down. We see ourselves in our truest distortions with jaded eyes.
Labels: reflections, self examination, self identity, thought
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