he is literally worried
if he disappointed me
the look on my face
would kill him
not cos of disappointment i was feeling in my heart. that is irrelevant.
just the look on my face
it is about the bounce
like photography
im a white wall or poster board
all image
it is an image
it is anima
Not Me.
not me the person
he literally does not know me the person
he is completely fucking trapped by his own unconscious wearing my face
what a fucking bummer
tale as old as time
reflection
narcissus
a hallucination
for comfort
inside aloneness