Locked in opaque film – I create the world I want to see. Draped in veils a hundred acres deep – I craft outlines of what’s vaguely to be.
Behind this two-way mirror we see, contemplating what’s to become of me. Taken aback by fierce lines, I barely register my fine lines. Holding breaths while approaching me, I hold no regard for any being encountering me. Eyes finding a solid site to land, avoiding frozen eyes, icicles of emotions. But though you’ve never considered the compositions of ice, I too ignore, your hearts of hearth.
Probabilities of being the only right, whilst drowning in seas of mindless tongues, makes one know, better than to put up a fight.
Never will I see, your side of me.