#803-Obvious

An abstract eye.

Colorless.

Unblinking.

Focusing intensely,

Lost in time,

I can feel…

Brusque smiles.

Cold, harsh stares.

Slamming shut,

The door to my heart.

It’s humbling,

Seeing the futility,

Of fooling myself.

Especially when gazing,

Into a mirror,

Made of concrete.