Confusion.

De-attachment.

Am I here?

Or not?

The blinding bright world.

Gives me deafness.

I see something.

Something.

A glimpse.

Fleeting.

Too fast to be real.

But I know it's there.

Under the trees.

I feel its gaze.

But I cannot see.

What is it?

And why?

Why is it standing there?

The thought hits me with a bang.

I know what it is.

Reflection under the trees.

A shadow of what this person was.

What this was.

What what was.

Hidden.

I hid it.

Embarrassed.

But it does me no good.

That's what that figure.

The unreality.

Is telling.

Is saying.

Embrace yourself.

Be yourself.

Stand proud.

Be me.