• My life is like a house of mirrors. You keep trying to find yourself, but everywhere you go is either wrong or an illusion. Going up, down, left, right, two steps fprward, and one step back. Somtimes I just sit in the darkest part of the house of mirrors; afraid of the light which has yet to come. I even lose myself in there, but I never ask to be pulled out. As if I am born to be lost. Those brown eyes of hers seem to be my only means of survival. My only flame of the night, burning endlessly. It lights a clear white path through the dark house of mirrors. Although it is a eyesight and clear path, I still remain lost within these glass walls hearing nothing, but the lights calls. It is echoes get lower and the path seems to dim as I near the brown eyed creature. Running as fast as I can and suddenly I trip. The light of th brown eyed creature vanishes. Taking its warmth with it, the house of mirrors grows colder and darker. I lose myself for eternity. As the last burns out, eternal darkness rises again. Daylight is merely a reflection of what I believe to be a myth.