Fallacy

The mirror shows me a fallacy, an image that doesn't resemble me. Accustomed as I am to fragmented, splinterred parts of my self, the multiples of my individuality, each begining with me and each a whole but never complete Boistrous, paranoid, agile, morbid, sacrificing, arrogant pieces held together by the momentum, the motion of life like of the hands of an clock. Undefined, elusive, unlimited I want to grow, to be myself undettered by the cohesiveness of the glass. I choose to live each image, each notion, each pattern, each source.