the art of writing is about not judging yourself

     incompetent.

hopeless. grisaille

your eyes flutter asleep, shutters & closes.

     tired & unable to continue

endless games of memorization

competition

     watching her opened laptop & countless tabs

inches + centimeters

giving up/doll-like

you reached for the stars 

but                                fell,

plunged through layers of disillusion, 

     & enchantments that hid away reality.

     she carved out years of her life  

a perfectly warped stature

to lose your own vision once you touched the reflection;

dreams evaporate when you lose heart

     her life zeroed into

     a crumbled base, lies, 

water breaks when pressed upon.

     water breaks when pressed upon.

dreams disappear when you see through them

mirrors shatter once-

only break when you touch the reflection

= pressing yourself against water

     changing the image

you touch it, it breaks. 

     she touched the ground around her and opened her eyes

reality hurts

     it made her blue