keeping my eyes low, i focus on the small white line marking the ground.
i see the apparition of him in the glass above that line.
he looks silver, not gold or bronze.
silver in the way his eyes feel like steel, and in that moment i know my own resolve is not strong enough.
i strain my neck, still fighting whatever resolution i had previously.
everything doesn't stop, it starts.
all my thoughts rush in, all my muscles tighten and my eyes are no longer slow and my neck is no longer strained.
my mouth is moving too, too fast to pull back in.
i wish everything stops when i look at him, but it starts.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
keeping my eyes low, i focus on the small white line marking the ground.
i see the apparition of him in the glass above that line.
he looks silver, not gold or bronze.
silver in the way his eyes feel like steel, and in that moment i know my own resolve is not strong enough.
i strain my neck, still fighting whatever resolution i had previously.
everything doesn't stop, it starts.
all my thoughts rush in, all my muscles tighten and my eyes are no longer slow and my neck is no longer strained.
my mouth is moving too, too fast to pull back in.
i wish everything stops when i look at him, but it starts.