Reflection... Not the type that looks back at my own pupils trying to figure out how others see me but the type that looks back trying to figure out what life means; it's from the mind when I'm trying to fall asleep or the TV is off and I'm sitting alone, generally in a drunken state. Either way it is something that is from my mind alone.
Reflection and inspirations intertwined in a thread of life of questions that expose the inner darkness and happiness which takes me from the apex and depths of life itself. It is something that cannot be quantified or explained in rational meaning but never less it is where I am at given point and time.
My life is amiss in a job that has become second nature. It no longer compels nor interest me.
~Matthew
