Really,
My reflection is eating me beautifully,
I am everything I see,
I interpret me through the…
Creating and discovering me at ounce,
Often seeing my future is reading the signs of it around me,
And seeing signs of my past has held more weight than the moment they reflect,
Without trying, my past and future spill into now,
Authentic,
Inauthentic,
Real,
Unreal,
Its not about what I want as much as what my want is a reflection of…
Faking it, isn’t really,
Making due with, isn’t really,
And really it isn’t for me in the end…
Which is the reflection? ME OR THE …Really?
Photo by Amanda Grupp. Words by Will Gillespie.
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