Ego - Meanwhile

A cold friday morning I was sit on my desk*

The sound of radiator confuses my head,

I ask me I don’t know where have I been?

I watch my reflection over the screen

The shadow fades over my skin as I simply touch this flat screen

Searching rounded shapes in a pixel sea.

Nothing sorrounds me,

I wait in silence while this outline stares at me,

Everytime I look into these eyes behind the squared black.