She said to try and relax

What if I kept perfectly still
Would I cease to exist
Blending in with the furniture,
Carpet, and remotes that make up
My surroundings.

Would I go to a place
Where dreams lay asleep

My world being built in reverse
The walls coming down
Leaving a vacant lot
Where a house once stood

The opposite of neither here
Nor there

An outline surrounding you
When my head begins to ache
A shimmering ghost of your
Movement

The echo of your life
Shining through you
Falling within itself
A mirror facing a mirror


I’m still