The last when I saw myself in the mirror. I contemplated about all the stories trapped in my mind. I asked mirror if I'd forgotten who I was born to be, and my mirror showed me all the times when I survived death just to snatch my share of light, when I ran along with fireflies to get a glimpse of the Northern lights, when I learned surrealism poetry to argue with Rimbaud about symbolism and the time when I cried to the moon in hopeless. obsession to turn me into a lycanthrope in sinfully long nights, so that I can remember how beautiful it is to be human. #Nojotoenglish #human #poetry #beautiful