Everything. Will. Change.
It’s after midnight again … and I am awake and tormented. Outside of myself,  I can see the brilliant mask that keeps the jar tightly closed. I would find a place to escape but even in sleep I cannot rest.  I listen to a haunting symphony inside my head … it comes nightly in my dreams… I scribble furiously to record the broken melody … I paint a thousand pictures of all the places I will find myself someday … there is much left to still be desired…but until then, I am your prisoner, to the untruths that keep you from gazing into the mirror… I am the light, that can never find her way inside your heart…to banish the demons that you try to conceal, or marry the skeletons that you prefer to entertain.

-Spellerella