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.
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.