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.