Chapters I

Watered down the first bright sounds the alarm, before an even reality rings and I know that not to wake would encourage my distraction and my lightening dreams would return to me… So yes, admittedly awake though not out loud, I stir but don’t move…waiting for anything to prove my senses wrong, and that I’ve hours left to dream. But no, as it is, my daily trend dresses me and my bloody mind exerts necessity, and then it’s truly dawn… Accompanied with a soundless grumbling not out loud, once again, too loud for morning senses. Thus I remain a mute and alone, this, my morning burden.

I’m stirred and tangibly dressed, and the mirror explores the days troubles exquisitely, and inevitably my optimism and many times my stubborn in this case, every flaw must become me unique, otherwise I’d be ready to endow the fickle flaws of our average youth. Bad hair, plain face…the insecurity we deny behind our years of fortified walls against them. Where if one found their way it’s probable the rest would somehow follow. Undoubtedly, becoming our next crises but ironically the same immaturity already faced, however this time our reasons for this new, senseless, or at least to our peers, a hapless insecurity.
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~Auth's Note~a potential of a series I'm thinking of entertaining. Based from my reflections".