A journey inward,
radiating outward,
spiraling upward as I fall into awareness.
Sitting in the darkness,
my eyes reflecting bright in an otherwise black and glassy mirror.
All the trials and triumphs of my life,
the bricks of my personal temple, a standing testament to who I am and what I am,
tower over everything,
threatening to both celebrate and come crashing down around me.
My eyes becoming the mirror,
black and glassy, barely containing an icy flame and a restless soul.
All at once tempted by control
and bound by chaos.
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