Soul Searching

Sometimes,
I feel like a voice kisses towards me day after day and night after night.
Sometimes I feel like a monster's dancing wildly inside of me day after day and night after night.
On some other occasions I feel totally different;
I feel like something benign is rumbling inside of me like the turbulence of a sea.

Sometimes I am like a mirror; silver and exact without preconceptions or prejudices.
Sometimes I am a bird perched high on the bough of a world which feels like a dream, singing matchless melodies.
Sometimes I am like a desert; sterile and fruitless laddened with fantasies of a green land.

Sometimes by the seaside;
As soothing winds arise from the stillness of an innocent sea and lash past me comfortingly,
I bewail the reflection I behold of me on the mirror of the sea;
I bemoan the necklace of obsolescence etched on my face by my own orchestrations.
Sometimes I wonder if beauty nestles and grows inside of me like an orchid?

Sometimes I try to gaze at the world from a bird's eye-view,
But I don't see beyond the wall I have built inside of my mind, my heart, my soul.
So albeit I am a mirror,
Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror,
And look deeply within me, dipping head-down into the wilderness of my soul's ocean;
Swimming downwards into the brightness of my heart's conceptions;
Beckoning barrenly, an unrespondent mirror to reveal the truest version of me.

I don't know who I am;
For I am a thread of multifarious colours tailored together by nature,
And in my multiplicities, sometimes my evils veil my eyes from morality,
While sometimes a more benign human clothes me like a mannequin.

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