Ego

Meanwhile

Compositor: Meanwhile

A cold friday morning
I was sit on my desk, the sound of radiator confuses my head, I ask me
I don't know where have I been?
I watch my reflection over the screen The shadow fades over my skin as I simply touch this flat screen searching rounded shapes in a pixel sea.
Nothing sorrounds me,
I wait in silence while this outline stares at me, everytime
I look into these eyes behind the squared black.