I Watch Myself From Every Angle

February 21, 2021

I sit by myself in a cold yet comforting home. It’s the place I’ve known for longer than I can remember. The walls are a different color behind the picture frames. There’s a window that’s also a mirror.

I spend many hours a day looking through this window. I watch the world, and I watch myself from every angle. Once in a while it gets to be too much. The colors behave unnaturally. The light is searching specifically for me. It’s time to shut my eyes.