Mirroir of Dreams

The mirror was slashed by a wrong side of me, my spirit in trance by all the chaotic visions of endearment. I seldom like what I see...
In its cutting pieces I saw such butchery and such horror one could just imagine.

Oh God this images!! How I wish I could silent them away with the next break of a new dawn.

- "Dear, how can you be so utterly sad?"
- "I just smile..."