I sit on my chair and drop my head back. I look up at the ceiling because what else can I look at?

I hear the birds— they’re insistent with their indistinguishable song.

I look at myself and I wonder what’s wrong. I look in different directions, different angles, and outside the same window. The view doesn’t change.

The blue, purple, pink, and orange look beautiful. I guess I’d like to see them closer up for a change.