A single bulb hangs down illuminating the room, wickedly casting shadows down upon my face, my hands and my existence.

It judges me, it scolds me, it taunts me.

At times I feel as if I can control it. A mere flick of the wrist and I am its god.

I can bring it to life and I can take its life away.

At times I feel as if I am inside of it. Forced to view everything through its convex, wishing to somehow see beyond what I see.

Wishing to see the world as others do.

But alas, only I know what it is that I see.

And everyone else is on the outside, trying desperately to see in.