The Persistence of Memory

Time stopped, and yet the clock ticked

Inside the little bubble where nature persists.

I froze, and yet my mind clicked

Inside my head.

Beauty

I went into a room of mirrors, to a room of millions of mes,

Where we were all the same, but for our personalities.

Now fall in love with me, and I’ll know it to be true,

Choose my image, and I’ll rescind my love for you.

Inspired by:

http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/07/01/survival-of-the-prettiest-nancy-ectoff/?utm_source=buffer&utm_campaign=Buffer&utm_content=buffercbd8b&utm_medium=twitter