I know the mirror see my flaws Embracing the mask, that I once wore as my “identity” For some reason, I was letting the mirror control my mind. Sinking me deeper in the pit of insecurities.But the mirror doesn’t TRULY know its reflection. To “reflect” was its only job… “I” was giving the mirror the satisfaction of ridiculing me, but really the mirror was only reflecting what I thought of myself. A tattoo I cannot remove. I remain the two letter word that best describes “ISAAC” in the best way possible… ME. M.E. My Evolution…the idea that I could one day fulfill my duties here on this sphere we call earth.My understanding that the Human race is made for “difference” That we are all genetically different, therefore it is genetically programmed in our bodies to BE DIFFERENT. TO be “one” TO EMBRACE the “one” that we are. Instead of “one” … We began overtime letting others defy us. We lost sight of OUR OWN DNA. I live to be different. And although people will Envy the “ideal” statue in which I created, I remain content. Content with the thought of others loving just to receive and never fully indulging in the warm tender feeling of “giving”. Yeap. Don’t worry, I am fine. I am not the hipster-kind. I am a MAN.
A term used so much, yet thrown away by a flip of a coin, a cry or a hit. I am a MAN
Man enough to say that L.O.V.E will forever be a verb and the actions that take part in this word, do not discriminate between other beautiful creations we live beside on this planet. I don’t miss him…the maskI don’t miss watering the flower that I knew deep down inside… it was meant to grow so much bigger, yet only stayed so small.I don’t miss him…Because Missing the old meDoesn’t give me enough room, to Embrace I.S.A.A.C ;)