Zona

What do we look like?

We look like people hiding behind vast open spaces of color and text information.
We look like added bravado pushed in different directions of popular demand.
We look like laughing strangers in a room full of blank faces.
We look like nothing we see staring back from the mirror.
We look like a sea full of explorers looking for new routes to already discovered places.
We look like thieves and liars all for justifiable reason.
We look like thrill seeking roller coaster riders.
We look like faces filled with sunset lithium and sunrise hopefulness.
We look like everybody and nobody.
We look like velvet hints of passionate wonder.
We look like dark shadows of deep dispair.
We look like bored boringness of bordom
We look like toddlers reaching for reasuring.
We look like savants with boxes of crayons.
We look like superhero alter egos.
We look like fetal positioned victims.
We look like golden.
We look like rust.
We look like portraits that the blind paint from description.
We look like our naked self with eyes closed.
We look like denial.
We look like confession.
We look like searchlight glowing movie stars.
We look like bridge dwelling transients.
We look like Frankenstein.
We look like Dorothy.
We look like we know it all.
We look like we tremble in ignorance.