Painted eyes. Do you see right? A mimic. A fake. A clone. A mistake. Tainted ears. Do you hear right? A muffle. A sound. A thing at night. Do I frighten you? Least of all. I am weak. No need to fear. This is not real. You arenβt either. But I still see you. And hear you. Now can I feel you?
May you manifest yourself by my dire need of seeking solace in you.