My toes deep in sand...

Feeling like wind above the surface...

Feeling like my arms have no limit in reach...

Feeling like my eyes have seen all colors...

Omnipotence at its finest...

But my back hold too many scars

That have molded from the wars

That never end...

Insanity wrapping its arms around my neck...

Then it slowly slides its red finger tips to my shoulders...

Then bleeds down my ribs...

And slips down my waist...

And then...

That moment...

Drifting happiness into my world...

Clouds spinning...

A purple haze with light pink lines...

A nocturnal moon that tells me wisdom...

That never exist inside the present...

But the past...

In which all has forgotten...

In which all has masked...

In which all has feared...

I get up and walk further into the frames

That show the pictures of only me

In crystal clear HD...

In different shapes and sizes...

The maze of amazement...

Telling me that my life has all been smoke and mirrors...

That my life has been nothing but ruins with graffiti...

That my life has been nothing but bridges built above canyons...

I have to break out of these mirrors...

Let the shards cut and scratch all they want...

It's only me doing the damage to myself...

It's only another me...

It's only my own footprints...

From my own tarnished feet.