Transparent eyes, you've got a pair. I can see inside your head. I can see the wheels turning and the act unfolding. I'm the kid in the darkness staring you down. Your skin is glowing, a neon green color bouncing off your body from the television set. Standing outside I'm mesmerized by your crooked jack-o'-lantern smile flashing at me from behind the screen door. "Keir," you call out. I don't respond. Again you flash a smile. You know the game we're playing. "Keir, is that you out there? Am I gonna have to come out there and find you?" You speak with a befitting southern belle accent attached to your voice. You are a damsel in distress. "Well alright then." You finish stepping outside, slamming the screen behind you. You've got some nerve. I'd like to see everyone of them. Barefoot, tiptoeing through the dirt your feet crunch and squish through the soil. Closer now, you're getting closer now. Eyes of a cat, watchful and sinister, I move. I move to where you cannot see me. You see nothing of me. Trees and trees, rows of pines are all you see. No rustling leaves, no broken branch, you begin to doubt my existence. Behind you now, hand over your mouth, "It's all an illusion," I whisper. The rag covers your mouth, your eyes slide back, your posture relaxes. "Dream a little dream of me," softly spoken like a lullaby. *************************************** And a quick side note, I've been writing a lot lately. I just haven't been blogging it because A)I'm...lazy; and B)Sitdiary has been looking really frackin' weird for the past two months. It's very unsettling.