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House of mirrors, movement all around, with these long halls casting shadows on the
floor. Burning lanterns flicker and whisper an unknown language. Doors leading down
abandoned staircases, coated with dust ans inhabited by spiders. The creaking and
snapping of the walls leaning in, echoes all around. Little child's footprints alongside
claw marks in the dust, where mine soon join them. Me, myself and I. all together in one
place. Together... yet separate. We come here when things change, (as all things do)...
when one door closes and we must find a new path to follow. Me, myself and I, in three
forms, in one mind. The child called "me" asks "why?", she sings of the linnet birds
freedom and says rules are just to set us back. Myself, being who i am today, laughs for
no reason, and stares at the clouds for answers. and "I", the wolf in me, sits on its
throne of bones, with bright, calm eyes shining with unspoken wisdom.
Copyright © Jordyn Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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