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All in Journal
Afar, to my left, a brightly lit City hovered above the water, and the reflection gave it a glistening effect. The City was a jewel, radiating all sorts of colors in all directions. I thought, "That's where I was thirty minutes ago." And on my right, I saw darkness, where lights faded. That's where I wanted to be. I chuckled a little and thought, "I could have fallen asleep at home." Yet, there I was, at a beach, with a reason to be there.
The frustration grew, and taking turns to listen didn't seem to work. I felt that I was a culprit and the victim. I taught myself this bad habit. The difference between then and now is that I proactively see the error of my ways and think that I am walking to salvation. Egotistical? Maybe I am a bit.
A private moment in the shower and singing aloud feels liberating. I can be anything, feel anything and express anything I want in any form that pleases me. I can be a country singer and emphasize all the words with a deep voice. Or an artist who is singing and dancing at the same time. Or be a rock star with his cock-a-doodle-do out, literally.
And then, I saw myself at the window, just the reflection of my head. I found myself to be amused by staring at myself, staring at myself. I saw my past, my current self sitting and wondering, and a future self trying to figure out the next thing to do. I made funny faces, and then they all started to intertwine into one.
