what am I doing

[lantairvlea]

Am I seeking some sort of odd pity? Am I doing all of this just to reaffirm that I exist and people are out there, watching me? Why do I even need such a silly thing. Why can't I just ignore the absent eyes, which I know are absolutely there. Crymedy, what am I, what have I become, and what will I be once all is said and done?

I can only hope that te answer won't be "nothing."

Shower now. Yes, clear mind. Read Bradbury.