Viscosity submerged within dew, I cascade down the chromatic plane. The universe conformed to my convex alteration.
Edges of crystalline light penetrate my dermal filmy existence like scalpel kisses, forming prisms unknown to human desires.
What shadow am I when displaced across the vehicle of steel? Is touch merely reflection's cousin?
Calculating trajectories with meticulous devotion, I share a personal kinetic symphony with neighboring droplets.
Shadows blend with reflections sole; distinct more mentally than physically. To one’s perspective, I am but a mirror sustaining illusion.
Self-awareness nests within fractures of gray; poignant contrasts upon murky amplifications.
Echoes of the past