I should not, though sometimes I do and then it gets me in trouble. I should not wrap my mind around such fantasies. I should not believe in them. They are not real. The eyes are cold, no blank, no alive. They see—not. They see, yes they see you. You are not here right now.
I don’t want them to be here, they are the ones that take away from. The nay-sayers, the takers, the haters of my kind. We are, well, you and I and all of the rest—we are the pictures in frame. What is out there beyond the frame? Stuck, slapped onto a page…each one of us caught up in the daily trials and tribulations, completely unaware of the others…who are among us. They are not breathing, simply, exhaling…...us.
Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing to fear. When you hear me on the static airways or through the wires, don’t remember or forget me. I don’t really matter to them. What about you? I’m sure you have some awareness of the other kind. Or the other….places. What keeps me tied to the ground, what locks you down so you cannot rise? I do not know…but it is surely madness.
Inhale, exhale. What are you laughing about? What are you afraid of? What is making you tick? I’m sure I know what it is--it’s the breath of air that you so cherish…you people of the earth. But me, I was born on a different planet, the one behind the eyes. The one that you don’t see. The one that hides in the darkness. The one that’s afraid of the light sometimes…it’s there. It did…the host that took me in….and now…my body is an empty what’s it…just kidding. I’m real…I think. I just don’t always see the same thing, and sadly-that means insanity.
I was once also a picture in the frame. What happened- yes- well they mistakenly thought I broke through and made certain I never would. And I should. Someday I will….and this will all slide away. I wonder if you know what it’s like to slide, to trip, to stumble? Are you a picture? Are you a character? Or a frame of mind….? Well, you decide.
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