[Lost_myth]

A Perfect Circle of a Hazel Spirit

Turn the volume dial to dilute my voice and warble along with the words to bond the meaning of my soul. Softly slam my eyes to disappear into a world of my own.

I don't always have the music to mute my voice because sometimes I want to be heard, but then my voice stumbles and two thoughts combine that begot a halfwit outcome. I'm not completely here. Can you tell?

It tinkers with the senses of this world because my imagination exceeds my cata-awry dreams. I like to think of the unlogical as another layer of this world, sort of like an onion but with the layering meld, beyond people and beyond what we categorize as universal time.

Am I supposed to believe that life is like The Truman Show before he discovered the lies? That there's nothing beyond our society; someone chose our destiny and that there's a man-made wall to our ocean? Or am I supposed to believe in fairytales; The Blue Fairy will make mommy love the poor mechanical child, that someone will save you and it's not inevitable to die alone?

Pay attention to the bold color tones of muti braceletts that hang from my wrists, to the silver shine of my twisted earings reflecting from the light and to my odd, yet simple tastes in clothes. Who am I to you? Am I just a stupid girl that spirts out random information; an ignorant debate, an arrogant scream of recognition...Do I exist to be noticed?

I don't know what you see because when I stare, things fall to particles. Everything fragmented, no longer a whole, atoms stuck perfectly together, like a puzzle you can't seperate.

PSR