How much longer can you hold on, how much longer will it take for one to realize this playground is a mere maze of mirrors, only seems boundless, but set in stone of limitation and boundaries; we constantly collide into ourselves, concubines in this house of mirrors we call home…

how much longer can one live knowing this, trapped in this physicality, fully acknowledging its continuation. How much longer till you realize the only way out is cracking every mirror in this mad house! Blood and sweat covered shattered glass scattered all around, but did you really wanna see whats behind that mirror?

A sheet of plywood…that was it, that was all there was…and you, defeated and bruised, piece together the mirror, and attempt to see your reflected smile again.

**I loved this video, it has me writing again, I doubt anyone would really understand this, if anyone runs across similar works of art, tell me.

(Source : live4theunknown)