Does my image interpret itself with your feelings? Do you see vacancy? Do you see an archaist? Do you feel my cremated passions? Don't draw this beyond it's existance. The problems reside in me. You look upon yourself, a glreaming facade that redirects your attention. I see you. Looming through your mists I feel your desperation, a need to hold yourself above. Do I look how you feel? Can you gaze through conscious mind and see your physical form? Look beyond cold, ferrous matter and glass, and just see yourself.
