ON LOOKING — Into The *Magic* Mirror ;oD

Reflection from November 19th, 2013 @ Age 32

RE:  GREAT ART SERVES AS NOTHING MORE, THAN A MIRROR.

I feel like I am searching for something within myself, but I know not of what, or of where it can be found or who can help me find it wherever it may be; and I know not whether I will find it in time.  I do not know whether I will find this key within myself, in time to unlock the riddle by which they intend to steal my civil rights.  I’m looking and I’m looking and still it’s nowhere to be found.

And yet somehow, I feel it’s sitting squarely in front of me and just staring me dead on into my face.  I wish the command key wasn’t in such an annoying place on my Mac board.  Ahh well, I love my mac baby regardless…

Sigh…I just don’t know where or when and I’m tired now; I’m so tired of looking at myself.  Maybe that’s the key—maybe now is the time to mirror reality.