in a world of echoes
i lose track
of if i am real
or just a tinny
reverberation
off the cave walls
i am a distortion
a mirage
a shapeless shadow
in the steam
dripping down the mirror
if i was ever
truly
here at all.
in a world of echoes
i lose track
of if i am real
or just a tinny
reverberation
off the cave walls
i am a distortion
a mirage
a shapeless shadow
in the steam
dripping down the mirror
if i was ever
truly
here at all.