The screen flickers
Blink
Blink
Blink
The captured motion never stops
I watch the moments caught in amber
Motionless
Still
Yet moving
Like sand flowing down a cliff
Made of paper
What do I see
But reflections
I feel my pain when they feel theirs
But only echoes
Like a dream
But I’m supposed to feel my pain
I don’t care if they feel theirs
Who am I to be reflected
And moved
And hurt
But me.