Myself

[Thinking]

In my childhood….I watch MYSELF drawing a red line…

MYSELF started drawing the line on my sketchbook…soon….ran off the paper….

But MYSELF keep drawing the red line along the floor…..

And than on the wall….and right out the door…..

I shouted for MYSELF to come back….but WHY I AM WORIED?….I said to me….

MYSELF….will soon run out of crayons or may be get tired…..

One hour… two hours…

I get up and shout again.

No answer.

So….I followed the red line.

That was thirty years and twenty thousand miles ago.

Once…I can’t see the line…

But soon found out….Oh….it’s there….just too faint for me to see.

But now I can.

And I will follow it...

Until....

I find MYSELF.

[em onty]

Curious. I like the concept and think it could be extended into a cryptic short story if you desired to do so.

Not sure you needed to capitalize 'myself' in every instance, or indeed any. The very fact that 'Myself' is the title should be enough to highlight the various occurrences of the word to the reader.