it becomes forever clear that all is not as it seem
the truth is deceptive very thing can seem dazed and distorted when I look forward and to the past .
and gain perspective and recognise my self mirror as someone I know too well new me I dnt want to recreate myself image because iam fine the way Iam

I have faith in me and faith in life in general

reality check nobody has word that are wise beyond there years because my words only help them that only me reflect and contemplate life i
everything appear still silent apparently ovious that every sudden makes perfect sense

its interesting as I would never over analyses every small detail or be a perfectionist because no one is perfect but why do I look to my self for answers that aren't there are dnt need answering




© Rebecca Helen Louise west