Brilliance

Why am I here?

I take a look at myself.
Normal.
The same thing I see in the mirror every morning, afternoon, and night.

Itrace my handprint into paper.
Tiny, like baby hands.
The same hands I've had since I was a small child.

I run my hands through my hair.
Soft and brown.
The same way it's always been, but a diffrent color.

I crack my toes.
Plink.
the same noise it makes when I walk.

I ask myself.

Why am I here?

There is no anwser.