reflections of my self

this is me looking at you looking at me.

or is this me? i come to you via technological wizardry.

i see it as only a reflection, but how many reflections are there?

mirror. camera lens. my screen to yours. i am technically altered.

i am naked underneath it all, but fully clothed is how

i always present myself. even to you, my people.
i hide my eyes so that you won’t see them

because i cry when i feel. always.

i schedule times for this…

when i am alone and lost.