English
Chasing vacant sensation. The people passing on the street, I pretend they are me. Invisible I aspire to be the watcher and the unseen. Forging false identities. cn actor acting in a scene. Countless hours practicing the art of shapeshifting. cppetized by mystery. Following an empty belly. Nothing's as it seems, so I'm reaching into my eyes to rearrange what I see. We don't get what we deserve, merely what we take. In the shadow of the abyss, we invent deities. Why do we always pretend like we aren't stumbling through the dark? You can't expect to find yourself. You must craft who you are. Strangers are clutter In a nexus of lovers. Floating undiscovered, Underfoot, Jettison. In your eyes I see strangeness. The kind that's contagious. cn infection to the bone that repeals slumber. Hibernate through change. Disembark, Disengage. Live shoulder to shoulder Encapsulated in disenchantment. Many are coerced to live this way. But you know it's a masquerade. Stranger.