i see footprints in soft sand
i see blood smears in window panes
i see rockets with wings
scrawling across the stratosphere to that magical point
behind the clouds where white becomes blue and opaque translucent
i see people doing people things in people ways and wonder
how they got there
i see carriage returns where they shouldn't
i see genius strolling next to a bike, wearing a bright yellow
i see all these things with eyes that have never been used.
perused but not used.
still in their wrapper, mint condition, hoping not to go to hell
i am me who is me but not he
he has been there and done that
he has the face of a Full House; invisible in its cowardice
his mask hurts as it helps:, an animal of its own
his mask is like chocolate, it cracks in cold or melts in hot
he is the mask that is breaking down.
Suddenly he starts into prose:
A bug just crawls over his foot. It is time to move.
I was walking around in building 1, the first building,
Climbing stairs to somewhere, when i heard a faint
pianoforte. The melody was haunting in its slow decent
through the floors and into my ears. "Where would the
sound of a piano come from?" i thought. It drew me up
the flights, past my destination and up into the tower.
Where i never go. The sound was getting louder now as i
brought my breath to tempo with the steps. I could see
the ceiling now and determined the music was live. You
know how you can just, just tell if music is live or not?
Well i just told. Now there was only one flight left.
The notes were dreadfully loud, containing all the power
that must burn to make it down 6 flights. I reached the
top and looked through the doorway into the face of this
haunting wraith. The corner of the machine appeared and
i was back outside in the moonlight, away from my terror.
is he doesn't know the truth.
he wonders in place...
he wonders why some buildings scream all the time
he wonders why phobias for some are fetishes for other
he wonders why people act the way they do (again and again)
he wonders how much a vinyl bodysuit would cost.
Many things of i are not shown in he. For instance,
he does not wonder anything. He only acts, reacts, and makes it
look normal. It is i that does all the wondering.
i wonder how many people can see right through he
i wonder if others have the same affliction with he as i does
i wonder how deep this really is.
asymmetry looks off if one expects the other
no one really feels a 3% grade
gifts indeed fluctuate
"I never get urinary infections. Scratch that... I've never had a urinary infection" he says.
But when they (a new character) see... they always sees he, not i.
so can they tell if he is i? or just he being he.