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Členstvi:Brain pinčl
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Nédřivjéši přehlášeni:16. lestopado 2011, 20:41:32
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Plke:A description of me is like trying to gaze upon the must unique mirror that has broken into a thousand tiny pieces, each piece reflecting off one another but contain their own history. When viewing a mirror such as mine you might find yourself shocked to see something so unique you might mistake it for something I'm not, for I do not know who or what I am. I'm self aware that I actual exist or at least I think I do. I do not care if I'm real or just an illusion to whom looks at me. I walk alone or with the people that care enough to walk with me. I have no direction since I'm not sure where I'm going, so what road I take doesn't really matter. I only seek the companionship of friends on this journey. As our pieces of broken glass mix and exchange shards so does the journey of our lives change.

Friends, strangers and lovers take a few pieces and hold them close enough to feel the pain of the past, some leave huge fragments that I will always remember the spectrum of mirror they came from. In that moment that is reflected in each piece I look at ties our mirrors together. with great tears of happiness I hold on to these pieces of glass as they cut deep into my skin, I feel no pain.

life is a puzzle in that we know our mirror is broken, we are always trying to pick up the pieces and put them back together. Yet as time passes this becomes impossible to do for we have lost the glimmer of light that shined in these pieces and some are in the hands of others. so what puzzle me is people don't enjoy this. it is the life blood we call time, memories, pain, happiness and joy, We even dare to let these broken pieces define us. No these are just a record of the memories. As we look out into the valley of life you can see all the possibilities of creating new brighter mirrors. With each new breathe, smile, laugh, sorrow, relationship and brake up we make a new mirror that will one day join the pieces on the floor. we never know when this will happen and we never know what the choices we take will bring you, Just stay strong you have good reflection all around you.

Remember this is my story what is yours? I would love to hear about it :-) enjoy a beautiful day and get making those shining bright new mirrors.
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