1:1

I beg to be perceived when I want someone else to carry the burden of making real my existence,

when I lack autonomy I wish nothing more than the senses of those around me to give out fully and suddenly so I can dance freely,

when I look while another is looking, when I am seen seeing, when I witness myself being witnessed, when the ratio is 1:1, I don’t know who’s supposed to stay and who’s supposed to run