the deepest introspection can come from a simple glance in the mirrornot wielding the power to lie to myself, my browns rise above the ignorant innocence my mind conceives
recalling on such past introspections, the feelings of doubt and sorrow and pain with which i battled are stirred anew
my weapons are my stars, my threads, my pride, & my stubbornness
I cannot say that I have emerged victorious from each and every battle, but the consequences of failure have given me the advantage I needed
holding this delicate flower in my arms is a bittersweet reminder of my duties and the price of failure
luckily, i'm not very good at folding
Current Mood: 
melancholy
melancholy