this never happened

what do I see?

"Now tell me what you see" I sit in an uncomfortable chair. The man across from me lift image after image of nothings and asks me to look into the blotches of ink to see something that isn't there. I am not relaxed but try to fake it for my own benefit, acting as though I am disinterested in what happened in front of me, I don't even look at the clouds of black water but answer with words that have no meeting for me and even less for the man who is trying to work open the clan that is my mind. It is a pointless activity, I waste my time here trying to gather information about myself but never providing it to him. I could be doing anything else, climbing Mt.Everst swimming above coral reefs hiking through the Canadian outback crowed around by evergreens. Still I sit here answering, but not, leading him away from who I am while still expecting him to shed light on my true nature. There us nothing for me here. I stand up and leave, he doesn't call for me to comeback, there are better things for both of us to do. I wander down to main staircase of the building he is renting from, my steps echo across the green marble floors as my cracked and weather hand glides over the brass banister. My head is down while I walk through the revolving door into the bright light of the outside, and I slam my hand down on top of my ringing alarm clock, it is now time for me to go to my therapist, it is my second meeting, he said we were going to do rorshac