a dreamer with a mirror

The deepest compartment of your mind is never truly unlocked. You know it all along. You didn't throw away the key--you hold it in your back pocket. Maybe it's just for you, for your eyes only. But it's there. It's always there.

a dreamer in…denial?

I'm not comfortable in my own skin. It's excessive. There's too much of it. This isn't me--it can't be…I am not my skin.