Treasure Island

Emily Beck


Infinity is like Knowing Where to Break a Line


And on that day I stood before a musty mirror, staring at a face I've hardly seen, searching my insides for an image of my own future. Attempting to pull this fabrication from my mind, and alas, the conjured image has not changed as I stared at myself a top a mountain in the forest with sun, flowers, birds and such life; my knowledge swelling around me like a tidal wave of despair. I stood alone.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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