May 25
People keep looking at me
I feel okay,why the staring....some even glaring.But...wait, maybe I do know why....and also I don't care.
No...wait maybe I do care.... because am scared of going back, because I stopped looking.
Am I really to blame I was tired of the monotony.
I used to look at that dusty object until I got tired,I was always standing in front of it and seeing the same thing, that's why I stopped,why continue an endlessly familiar cycle.
But I see those looks and indeed I can't feel myself either.
Something feels.......amiss.
I feel okay,why the staring....some even glaring.But...wait, maybe I do know why....and also I don't care.
No...wait maybe I do care.... because am scared of going back, because I stopped looking.
Am I really to blame I was tired of the monotony.
I used to look at that dusty object until I got tired,I was always standing in front of it and seeing the same thing, that's why I stopped,why continue an endlessly familiar cycle.
But I see those looks and indeed I can't feel myself either.
Something feels.......amiss.
Sometimes we get consumed by our own assumptions and forget who we are,or what we look like we ignore the power of self reflection and self interaction
(F)
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