Welcome. Anonymous Author holds a mirror to the face of humanity, asking what it really means to be human,
and in doing so blurs the line between what is good and bad writing.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Prepare.
Walking past a history of mirrors reflecting more than we can see, I check myself (before you wreck my Self); nothing's in place. I look harder and see my hair is ok, my skin is ok, my eyes are not ok so I look down and see my centre is ok and move on. I prepare as best I can for something for which I can never be truly prepared.
