Visions of looking through a lens at me in the reflective glass shows my desire to capture my soul. I arrange my life on the shelf to make me feel the need to look arranged, not deranged, say cheese let go. My Spirit is hanging on the shelf, in a box that shine with a lot of questionable wealth.
On my left which is my right comes a glimmer of light only to reflect on my ego, I mean easel. The black tube on my right which is on my left teles a vison of what I'm to be. Suspended in air, I don't care, this reflection is totally me.
Who am I?
YBe anything other than 1's self?
