Thursday, October 16, 2008


As strange as it may seem, this constant movement inside is motivating.
Far from wanting to flee, (or else dissappear to feel safe), my "vulnerable self" is kept still, motionless by the gaze.
I look askance. Half closed, "tired eyelids".
My mind doesn't stop thinking:
Is this is a sign of victory?
Does this mirror reflects me as I am? I am scared of what I see, of what I feel.
Here is the ladder.

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