The lights turned off. All of them.
While I laughed
at the chaos in the void,
a shaking phone flash illuminated a distant circle.
A redhead shouted to his friend,
“Wait! Take a picture of me, this is aesthetic!”

I haven't taken a good picture of myself since summer break —
Should I copy their idea?
Is fulfillment of my ego
worth
potential embarrassment?
Or worse,
exposing my desires?
I hesitate

The lights turned back on. All of them.
While everyone else gave sighs of relief,
my own was of regret.
As the flatness of the white fluorescents returned,
I whispered to myself,
“Well, that's over.”