I avoid mirrors.
I catch glimpses of myself in the depths of a screen, and it is like I've seen a ghost.
Everywhere I go, I see myself.
I'm sick of it.
All these reflections.
After everything I had confessed about myself.
As if I needed a reminder.
I am worth less than the effort required.
Even in the void, I find it hard to exist.
Placing my words into the liminal. Am I the only one who finds that disturbing?