Shuttered.

Things here used to be a reflection,
a window in.
But now I worry it is more like an abstraction.

I am speaking in metaphor, in reference.

I am less telling than I once was.

For instance:
in class last night, I was struck.

That’s all.

I cannot tell you more.

I cannot reflect, I can deflect.

I can hope for the meaning, but I am worried you will not find it.
Worried you (they) will not find me.

But. I am still here, I am constantly here, the only thing between me and not.

4/19/2021