MirageMirror

What am I suppose to do with myself? I feel like I need to or suppose to be doing something? But what? There's nothing TO do. What have I developed into? This isn't me. Waiting...waiting...WAITING. I'm getting frustrated. I'm getting annoyed. Why am I suddenly sadly over nothing? Or is it over something? Or...someone...? I'll admit it...I have an addiction. A craving....like a junkie to a fix, if I may use the description. The first time I'm feeling and behaving this way. Is this natural? Hanging on the end of a string? Waiting? Wondering if I'll get my fix? I love it but I hate it at the same time. I wish it could stop bu

Artificial:                                                                                       not of real nature; man made; lacking naturalness or spontaneity. If people were artificial then we would be mere programs..... Our emotions, actions, memories, etc. Books, movies and phones wouldn't be needed It'll all be on micro-chips and CD drives Plant life and water would be a myth We'd work just like machines and computers We can erase all our bad actions with press of a button or code We can update our knowledge and saved memory When our bodies get viruses and crack we can reboot and restart ourselves If people were artificia

She spoke looking downward at her reflect in the water, crying.... "Find my tears in the ocean and I'll stop loving you." He walks up and embraces her from behind, leaning his head against hers, and says... "Catch my breath in the east wind and I'll stop saying 'I love you." She turns around to face him, he wipes her tears with the back of his index finger along her cheeks. They both look intently and deeply at each other. She breaks the silence that grew saying the following... "Look into me and find the end to the black abyss in my eyes and I'll stop looking at you the way I do now." He cracks a smiles at her. He takes her hand and wr