I looked into the camera and my pupils were dilating constantly because my mind drifted between the state of contemplation and intensive thinking.

I was contemplating the silence of the room, watching how its shadow and the light crossing thresholds of the windows play on my skin.

That moment’s nostalgia reflected what my soul wanted to speak but mouth wouldn’t utter.

I had a muse even though so unknown to me. It was me in front of someone else and fragile.

I used to be of the opinion that I was all but vulnerable and yet it was I was these minutes.

Click. Click.
Dilation of the eyes. Thoughts.
Silence. New “I” but the same “I”. Who am I ?