my life has turned into a foreign figure in a mirror if i play it backwards it will reflect the truth. the plot. the climax. the setting. is that possible without knowing the end? i would want to pick the background music, the slow nostalgic ooze of notes colappsing onto broken marble tile. my heart. thats become a vile of envy and greed and lust the rise and fall, cresendo into the darkest scariest moments the times where my eyes wouldve been better off glued shut the time when my voice was unrecognizable and my cries ignored eigth notes and rests for bliss. i want to remember and recount those moments, the ones where laughter fills the air like the fragrance of holly around christmas, taking over my senses-the sunshine through the shades. characters please. be my hero, by savior. conflict. chaos. memorized lines. say the perfect words to me, immperfect girl. the end. its over and done. someone tell me if its happily.