Hm.

Hm.

Scroll and scroll and scroll.

What it is?

Back- something obvious.

Scroll and scroll and scroll.

I look, nothing.

No big hairy mole or evil glare.

No fowl words or pretenses.

No lies.

No bs.

Captured fun, captured work, captured love, captured adventure.

Real?

Hm.

Compare, despair, compare.

The cycle.

Do they know?

How could they know.

Why, why must it be like this? I don’t like this.

Like this gnawing question mark, standing strong and unyielding.

Hm.

Blue hair, blonde eyes.

Brown hair, brown eyes.

Blonde hair, green eyes.

Brown hair, blue eyes.

Black hair, brown eyes.

I’m staring. Staring long, hard.

I can’t see a thing.

Not one thing.

Skinny.fat.athletic.pear.cone.rod.

I can’t see a thing.

Not one thing.

Circle.square.heart.oval.rectangle.

I can’t see a thing.

Not one thing.

Maybe it’s more than looks- that’s what they say, don’t they?

Hm.

Funny?

Nice?

Smart?

Innovative?

Good listener?

Compassionate?

Adventurous?

Exciting?

Loving?

Insightful?

Friendly?

Those things too- or I thought so at least-

but no maybe- no that’s not it.

Hm.

Scroll, scroll.

Maybe it’s that joke.

Maybe shared too much.

Maybe shared too little.

Maybe the music listened too.

Maybe the songs sung.

Maybe the shows watched or the movies enjoyed.

Maybe the talk or no talk.

Maybe the eagerness.

Maybe the longing for this.

Maybe the passion.

Maybe the hope.

Maybe- but it’s more than that, isn’t it?

Maybe.

Hm.

I want to be myself.

So I am.

So here I am.

Scroll and scroll and scroll.

Hm.

So here I am.

Scroll.

… ?

Hm.