SOULPIE

So eager to draw the curtain. But let’s rewind first ...The sound is faint, but it’s a song I know. And as I dance to the familiar melody, things start falling from above. A hand-written note, a withered flower, a broken ring, an old photograph. Let’s twirl deeper. A shattered mirror, an empty bottle, a damaged teddy bear. What does all this mean, you ask? Twirling deeper ... Well I don’t know, and I don’t know if I want to draw the curtain. Is it me, or just another illusion of myself ..? And deeper ...
I’m still a child after all.

missA insanE