except too fat

image isn't anything

I am the smoke
you are the mirror

I cloud your hope
you project unclear

You will never be
anything at all

except an image
too skinny, fat or tall

the damage I cause
will haunt you for years

I am the source
whispers in your ears

you are the mirror

you are a sky without clouds
over a cornfield

you are on the yellow frac-
road to fucking awesome

you have a beautiful heart and beauty
lives in the smile of the Soul

those aren’t scars on your heart
they are only scratches

The Soul gives no shits
about smoke