strings...

Do you ever feel like a puppeteer is pulling your strings?

The shadow holds the light in place.

I spoke before I learned to listen.

Empty space crowded with echoes.

I walked backward into the future.

The silence roared louder than truth.

I forgot what I never remembered.

A mirror swallowed my reflection.

Falling upward, I touched the ground.

The end waited patiently to begin.