I was bored.. Be cruel.
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I can't see you.
You're like a vaporous substance that clings in mid-air beside me. Your intangibility grows less and less, more and more as I sift through the clues in my mind. In the dark I bend the shadows so you're sitting in my window. In light I watch the rays move and decide that it's you confusing me even more into the abyss which is my mistaken imagination.
I can sense you.
When have my instincts ever been right? I feel as though your tabooed to even think about. I think anyway, reconstructing you piece by piece examining all the parts. I put you back together slowly reviewing the possibility over for a third time. Do I need more evidence that I don't know how to get? No one knows what you are?
I can hear you breathe.
That could be my ragid breathing reflected off the wall. Refracted into the giant empty house while I sit at the computer alone. I turn slowly listening, I still hear you. Glaring into the empty hallway behind me I hold my breath. I mumble something stupid, maybe cuss.
This morning I woke up and my closet light was on.
