gazing at my face in the pool, understanding it has just as much justification to exist as the one affixed to my head, and appreciating its uncanny resemblance, i am startled to see it warped and disfigured by a ripple in the water. the silvery carp kisses the surface with a restless gaping mouth and hungrily gulps some air. the reflection marred, only my face remains as a representation of itself, and it is awarded uniqueness.
this past couple of weeks has found me in a state of acceleration. i have spun clean of the highest turbulence and sit bewildered and slightly dazed, but also feeling sure. of what it is hard to say. perhaps of my improvements in discipline and understanding. i have not let my baser feelings get the best of me, and i have made progress in cutting the positive from the negative, and swallowing only what won't poison me.
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