The Sum Of Fractured Thoughts.

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The sum of Fractured Thoughts.

Cracks criss-cross along the glass
All, everything, shatters.

My reflection ground down from the pieces of myself as ceramic
- turns to dust early,
Like nothing ever mattered

… As though I’m lying within the “criss-crossings”,
In an existence my mind had always projected:
The white-washed walls of reality, breaking up in front of me;
As if somehow I’d never existed…

For I’ve untangled,
Unravelled
codes, such twists that of which decalcifies me from bone:
Broken like glass, or dinner plates. I dread the possibilities of my own deepest unknowns:

I am nothing more than the fractured sum of my idealism
Whilst being nothing less than its fragmented shell;
I become nothing but the sandstone portrayal of ‘myself’
Whilst feeling like everything but it,
Somehow…

03:33am
15/02/2012.