Personal Questions

What do you think? Nothing. Again, nothing. I am as colorless as clear water, as reflective as a mirror, as empty as a room everyone just left. What do you feel? Nothing. Once more, nothing. I am as passive as a stone, as fluid as a stream, as shallow as a saucer... Why do you lie? I do not lie -- you see my exposed shell, the walls inside which I have become dessicated, shrunken, hard, withdrawn -- a dried out oyster, a clam, a snail -- a distracting polished whelk.