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What I see..

Can you see it over there?

I keep running from what is in the corner..

They fly like the spooks of the night..

Flying all around me..

With only a whoosh as they come past..

Never knowing when they will settle in a rightfull place..

Unknowing where the right place will be..

Do you hear them?

What is it?

What can you make up of the sounds that are all around..

THe small voices..

THe voices all around me..

Including those of you and me..

Making my skin fell as if I could crawl out of it..

Feeling as if isolating and hiding away would be best for me to do..

Tell me please..

How do I get away from all this..

From that that is of me..