I am walking rather briskly
Trying my hardest to enjoy the cold and fast raindrops
That are being thrown at me from all directions
And I am looking down at my feet
Hiding my face from the weather
Attempting to escape the stares of other people
As I always do
I peer down at the puddles my feet are subconsciously stepping over
I look closer, more intently
And I see the branches of the trees from up above
Their limbs so beautifully floating on the tops of these small pools of water
Their images slightly rippling with the wind
What I see are reflections
And the puddles, they are mirrors
And then I think
How curious it is
That their reflections appear so differently than their normal semblance
I stare deeply within each aperture
Continuously
One puddle after the other
My eyes searching for the next one to gaze into
And an illusory aura takes over me
As Time echoes in and out of my eardrums
My eyes take flight
And I realize I am staring into a world
That is so incredibly different than my own
And I so desperately want to step into one of these puddles
And hear the splash
As I would fall deep down into it
And find myself to be completely immersed in their world
As I would escape my own
And explore this new territory
I could swim in the sensation that would envelop me

But instead I keep walking
My eyes still relentlessly searching
My mind reaching ever so longingly
The further and further I walk
The more I feel myself disappearing

And in my mind I become a mere apparition
And cease to exist