Ego

A cold friday morning 
I was sit on my desk, the sound of radiator confuses my head, I ask me 
I don't know where have I been? 
I watch my reflection over the screen The shadow fades over my skin as I simply touch this flat screen searching rounded shapes in a pixel sea. 
Nothing sorrounds me, 
I wait in silence while this outline stares at me, everytime 
I look into these eyes behind the squared black.