Thursday, August 19, 2010


My secret is
I’m narcissistic;
I look in water and
I see myself
Before I see
The rocks and fish.

I gaze into a mirror
And I don’t think of where it came
Just that I look nice, or overweight
Perhaps too pale, or need a tan.

But when I see my photographs
I look away, avert my eyes
Afraid to fall in love
With whom I was before
This consciousness took hold
And made reality.
How strange I am.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!