Sometimes I feel someone in the back of my head, spread out across brain matter, watching me, trickling fingers in and around neural pathways, a tingling like paranoia.
The monster is inside me. The monster is me.
I feel it watching me, observing me when I'm alone, when I'm driving alone at night I feel the eyes on me, or perhaps within and around me. A somewhat menacing sensation like I'm missing something. Maybe something is about to happen, a suspense, a build-up, but nothing ever happens.
Every now and then when I'm more alone than anything, I don't really feel alone at all.
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Thanks for being a muse.
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