August 06, 2025, \
Photo by me.
I look in the mirror.
One eye, other eye, one eye, other eye.
I can’t stare at both my eyes at the same time.
I stare into the thing I see in the mirror.
What am I?
I’m a sack made of flesh and bone,
A bundle of nerves and neurons,
Constructed of atoms and organisms.
What am I?
My existence makes no sense.
This physical form does not make sense.
The world around me makes no sense.
The thing that I have become makes no sense.
Who am I?
I stare at the thing in the mirror.
One eye, other eye.
What do others see when they look at me?
Can they tell?
Do they see someone mentally ill?
Someone withdrawn?
Someone weird?
Someone whose mind is partially gone?
Other eye, one eye, other eye.
What kind of strange creation am I?
To think thoughts like these.
I know there is something missing in me.
I am missing something that everyone else has
and to fill the space,
something foreign has taken that place.
One eye.
Why do eyes terrify me?
Other eye.
There is something missing from my eyes.
Both eyes.