Looking Glass

Viewing myself as a writer through the lens of a looking glass, I notice so much potential. I see doors in my mind with amazing stories locked away. Lately, I have been scrambling to find the keys to unlock at least one door. I am desperate to tell these stories. I need to inspire others. Then, I close my eyes.

As I open them, I gaze through the looking glass; I see myself as a phenomenal writer. I see my budding wings of writing have grown into these amazingly, powerful wings. I fly whenever I like because I have an astounding story, I am an extraordinary writer, and I know exactly how to tell these stories.

I relish in the second vision. This conception is my destiny, and it will soon be my reality. If I had you a looking glass, what would you see? Would you see your future or your reality?