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Trust... I look through you behind you and I see dimensions of you that hide from you, that wait for me. I fill in the you all around you. This is why I sometimes look at you without speaking. This is why you see me staring, sometimes strangely, sometimes smiling. I’m creating you in your own image. You exist, as much as you can feel, as much as I can reach out and push my hand against your skin, feel moisture, heat, the flesh underneath your flesh. I’ll reach inside you if need be, but I will draw you out. You will become the image I see.
I dig into you to affect blackness I can see into. I am reflected in your dilated pupils. You feel me enter you. You feel me when you walk, when you sit, when you rest your eyes. When you touch the skin I’ve already touched, claimed, marked as my own. I carry you with me. I wear you like animal skin.
You come to me in the moments you can’t be anywhere else. All that you know and remember happens when you’re with me. This is not captivity, this is freedom from the abstraction of time. And this is captivity, because time is the tightest constraint, and you will survive (for) moments with me, inside the cavity I’ve constructed. What you’re feeling now is all you will ever need to feel. Open your eyes. See me clearly. I’ve been waiting for you.
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