Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I hop into your sphere of reality, the way your reflection exists on reflective surfaces. Has your image always lived there, waiting for that exact moment you happen to gaze upon it and the longing for the moment of recognition occurs? The self finally reached that moment of actualization of being exactly who you needed to be at the precise moment.

    Or does your reflection grow with you; spontaneously appearing at the first moment of conscious thinking? Growing with you but apart and more aware of the separation. Looking onto you with the weight of your disconnection. Pulling your feet down through the ground and low into earthworm hangouts.

    How many tiny pieces of your self are pulsating in and out of their sphere of your reality. As the moment passes we feel the release of our attachments and forget which is the original from the reflection.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.