Identity
As the crests of the liquid mirror faced me - I gazed upon its critical eyes in a hazy attempt to crawl into my own shadow. That split second stretches into a millennium's worth of condescending judgements. At half a heartbeat, the soul sunk so deep in a pursuit for justification. You drift into a celestial realm of uncertainty, a cloud of unsaturated doubt. Who am I? (An artist's obsession...) On a constant loop you watch your existence racing into oblivion. You thirst for validation To be counted for purpose.