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What the mirror brings through.

Time warp again, back into the year 1980, and feel the spirit swell inside the mind of a child…Maybe a take further back in space and time would be more appropriate Here…In the dark, the sperm created this child when it met with the egg, and conjoined with its twin…Father and Mother they became easily enough, but their rules have always seemed impossible to follow, with no regard to their dysfunctional relationship to one another…Love for them came slowly, but experience in life tends toward the sentimental in memory, as these parents raised a son secondly…Stubborn as bulls they were, the Father outputted while the Mother inputted, but that’s putting poetically how they grew apart from a productive relationship…His Sister was the first, and then he came along to have his day in the sun, the little brother…Various pets were Here and there, but the green house remains the same, though there are instances where residents change in ways unique to themselves…After the Father, the Mother, the Sister, and the Son, there were three then who lived in that house…The Mother, the Sister, and the Son shortly thereafter became two…The Mother and the Son were the only people in that house for many years to follow, isolating themselves in many very contrasting ways from each other, and parting company with one another as the Son moved to other parts of the country in discovery of patience and understanding…The Mother lived in the house for a few years afterwards, but moved herself to another state, in the opposite direction though much like her Son…The Father drew the Son closer to the South, and planned for him an education, the Son soon fell in love with his suffering…His Sister was living in the North, but moved one state down a few years after having a child and getting out of prison, into the very same house they had all originally collected at one point…Though, in this case, it was she and her mate and their child together…Down South, the Son fell in love with more than just his misery, and became the mate to which the one he loved could fall in love with him…Contrasting places reflected in each other’s eyes…Memories of a whole range of emotions and concepts, and the presence of reliving moments as though right there again…Equal parts terror and tension that soon became easily balanced by tolerance and humor, and all this while being in the oft-occasional attentions of her Son, which creates situations that they all tend to veer headlong into sometimes…Occasions that provoke ideas of happiness and tenderness…Life is not without its difficulties…Certainly feelings would attach themselves to senses that follow the conscious mind to propel into a different thought form altogether…Interest and will and wonder discovered time and again…Many more words that abstract what catalytic urges spill out between these two lovers in their throes of passionate suffering…Sustaining the standard to exceed beyond its static boundaries to discover another place consistent with their restless needs and feelings…Movement drove them both towards the better outcome, and into possibly perilous circumstances, sometimes more often than not respectively…Juxtaposing upon a primarily positive stance, amidst many opposing forces where negative energy is the manipulator, and positive twists into negative so easily…Only if one should abide by the realization of the negative forces, does the energy become heavily charged against the individual, and conceptual reality bends against this negative pull…Consistent preoccupation with these dark forces can leave one embittered, and this can be the true hazard when dealing with negative energy, underestimating the potential while over-shooting the kinetic as it plays itself out…Where are we now, now that we know it is worth it to live, and see the results to the finish?…

Thanks, khet.