2D impressions.

A world of eyes
leaving 2D impressions.
I wonder if they see me
and I to them am flat
as they’re looking out?
Do they feel to be real
and I myself imaginary?
I’m only a thought
In the evening,
when it is their night
it is my morning
and when I feel aware
it’s only a projection of them?
Who is real,
if I can think
then I must be?
Is it the face I see
upon the floor
in the wood
upon my door
that I’m thinking for,
or is it me?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina