Even when choosing a place to write, I prefer the high ground. Multiple exits and back to a wall. No better cure for anxiety to be found.
Spewing my nonsense onto a page, like anyone else cares. Captured thoughts - the apex of arrogance. Reading some back, onions catch me unaware.
Where have I gone? That nice, smiling kid I used to know? Every lens reflects the grim truth. Too many facial expressions just for show.
Lately our mirrors remain intact as they cost too much to replace. The round head and middle don't bother me. I just can't stand seeing the imposter's face.
