this is my voice

my reflection stares back at me

it tries to say all the things that i cant but it too is bound by silence

the reflection ripples

it changes

it is no longer me staring back

i wake up

wipe the sweat off my face

its only a dream its all a dream

please be a dream

i yell then wake up again

there is a part of me that has words to say

words repressed behind layers, masks, facades

hidden under centuries of filth and decay

of remodels and grand reopenings

new beginnings, but the same ole same ol packaged under a different name

i yell again, consumed by the tornado of emotion that fills me and threatens to tear me apart from the inside.

my eyes open

it was all just a dream

i dont know what is right anymore and what is wrong

no one ever does

they say they know but deep down inside they are just as unsure as you are as i am

the sky feels like the ground so maybe i am flying

my reflection stares back at me

he tries to open his mouth. nothing

the sweat drips down off my forehead

the reflection ripples as the droplets hit the surface

the waves clear. i stand there begging my reflection to speak. to tell me the truth. to make sense of everything that doesnt make sense. to make sense of everything. to set me on a path where certainties are certain.

my reflection stares back at me.