I’m here to motivate you into stepping past the image of yourself.
Shatter the image you think you see and become the person past that flat impression. Stepping and crushing into little pieces the flimsy pieces of yourself that were never meant to be. They fall tumbling down your person as you brush pieces of yourself off your body. Tiny tingling shimmers of life that aren’t worth living again. Falling like snowflakes to your feet as you walk further into me.
You are me and I am you as we walk through the mirror of what we knew.