transparent things confuse me

what color is a mirror?

it must be really difficult to be one. it has no identity of it’s own… it just reflects everything it sees. i have never seen a mirror. not without seeing what it sees. i look through it, i look past it, i look behind it, where is it where is it where is it? i want to see you… people forget that they can’t, you do such a good job of hiding in plain sight.

glass really confuses me. glass and plastic. they’re both solids at room temperature yet we can look through them. we can see through their solidity. strange strange strange! i look at the glass, then through it, at it, through it. focus, unfocus. precious.

water is the worst. what color is water??? where is it! it changes color with its background! no no no!! i move it, i move it, i move it, i can’t see it ever ever ever!

my skin is transparent. i look at the veins. precious veins. surrounded by transparent skin, i feel the veins placed inside of me. blue blood rushing through me… why do i have the same blood as the others? i am still human. if their blood is blue, mine is orange. i am the only one who has ever felt my veins. how many have touched my arm? precious few.

if a heart is ice, it can’t be burned
if my heart is ice, you’re melting it too fast, too fast.