Maybe things aren't always as wonderful as they appear on the surface. They're gilded, beautiful on the outside and plain and sometimes even ugly beneath. A lot of things in my life are gilded. I put on my makeup in a gilded mirror in the mornings. My great grandmama's favourite arm chair in her living room is heavily gilded. My own personality could be considered gilded. It's starting to seem that the relationship I've been in for some time now may be gilded. Everywhere I turn, the beautiful coating is starting to chip away to show the ugly framework that supports it. All that I see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. My entire life is turning into the dark abyss lurking under a shimmering sapphire ocean. I'm heading over an enourmous precipice, and everything is spiraling out of control, and I just watch it unravel, helpless to stop it. The only driving force is the building inertia. Everything is being mapped out for me, and it's as if my wishes are the least important factors of all. Hopefully, I'll soonfigure out a way to regain control over my own life, and make the structure, if not beautiful, at the very least less unappealing, like lessening the gap between the brilliant gilt surface and the frame on which it lies. That's all. ZoomZoom(:
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