Some angry spirit come to earth to take her over?
Who are you?
What are you now?
I've seen you cross the street on invisible feet, you've been hit by a car that didn't see you, maybe because you were looking at me.
I started admiring myself so much and it looked ugly, sinfully ugly.
I can be ugly and so can you.
I've seen it with my own eyes.
My terrible eyes that pierce into you.
Imagine if I stared at you with eyes big as saucers. Would you want to cut them out?
I've been struck of something new at my core, some new metal, it hurts.
Struck by you?
You were struck by you or you were struck by me too?
Someone once told me not to take the lord's name in vain, but I forgot. Sometimes they were there to remind me. Later I remember their words in a very small voice. A voice soft enough it wants to be really listened to. Its shouts are quietly calling me.
The people around me want better lives. We're tired of suffering.
The world is full of deals.
Like today we might've made a good deal with Japan, but on the other hand they may have temporarily gained the upper hand. I mean some people had to die probably. In some deals people die. Like the deal of life. The deal is eventually you die, even if you are 353 years old now, an ancient alien living on earth, I'm so proud of you.
Suddenly it's a letter to you or some kind of divinity. I'm proud of you, but I'm not sure what I am. It may be an easier letdown to know I've always been a chimera in some way. The mythological type. And suddenly I'm happy.
But part of me wants to be at sea on a small boat with a little bed and canned beans. Part of me wants to go out there and catch some fish and eat it raw. Part of me is at sea.
But you, you silent watcher. Are you still so sure I'm transparent as glass? Is that why you shatter me?
Who are you now?
The Japanese guy with the case and the mechanism?
I think so.
I saw you on the Astral plane again, usually you skirt around me.
I read something about how the universe is not symmetrical and amino acids contain only left handed spirals and no mirror images. And I don't think it has anything to do with being left handed.
Have you perfected the left handed compliment?
But we can all always do better.
When you run you run stairs, hallways, dark streets, snowy streets, empty streets, busy streets. I don't think the treadmill is where I would find you.
When I run I set up perimeters in a map in my head or I just run into the unknown. I run metaphorical stairs.
More stairs to run.
There are always more.
Here we go again.
Who are you baby?
You're not like a baby though.
I don't know if the spirit travels bodies or if he's stuck in one.
We, you and me, are polar opposites.
If you overtake me I can overtake you.
You probably love me and hate me.
I only despise you for short periods of time.
It's so horrible.
We are all meant to have only love in our hearts.
I just don't know
I haven't met gandhi.
I feel like a duplicate with same flaw as the original. Destined not to be changed like that. Like the black pool in my lazy left eye.
Is there a singularity in me? Am I consuming and consuming trying to fill it. It looks so small, but consumes so much.
The destroyer he called me and that's how I think of you.
Only in a way I can't explain
I don't know who you are, but we've been friends and we've known each other before. I think we'll know each other through and after this lifetime when we meet again in a different galaxy or universe or maybe if I'm lucky a multi'verse
You are a son, a brother, a father, a friend, you are kind of like a human.