how it’d looked and felt…not my photograph…
Translated…
The Shiny Surface of the Mirror is a Silent Trap
Falling in for a While
And Believed, that You’re, Filled with the Glorious Moments of Life
You’d, Worked Hard, Kept, Jumping Higher, and Higher, Inside that Ancient Well
It is, a Very Hard to Come by Scene in Itself
But, One Thing’s for Certain, that NOBODY is There
To Applaud You for Your Attempts
feels, JUST like that, not my photograph…
So, it’s still, useless, what, you’re doing, isn’t it? You’d been, STUCK inside this dark well (a metaphor for what you feel trapped by, perhaps???) for so long, and, you’d, reached up, higher and higher each time, to break free from whatever’s holding you there, and, each and every single time you thought that you’d, made it out, you’d, fallen back down, and, as this happens more and more, soon, you will be, overcome, with desperation that’s for sure.
Life, the Obstacle Course 