Abstractions

This light is not my own.

There is a version of me that is enough, in this moment I am an abstraction of it. There is a version of me that doesn't have acne, in this moment I am an abstraction of it. Gold and blue -- and black.

There is a version of me that gives a shit, and I'm certain this is it. Tomorrow it changes. Now it isn't, and then it will be.