294: Behind the Reflections

from this distance

the lights blur

the window

is black

is dark

behind layers of glass and reflections.

the ornament behind me

is barely visible

as a smear of tangled lines

under an orb of white

light

the wall looks grey

draped in shadows

this is where I think

and I think

and I think

and eventually put pen to paper and write.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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