see you.

a thousand sparks ignite, and i see you.

a million birds fly south for the season, and i see you.

babies cry in the middle of the night for love, for attention, for affection, and i see you.

frenzied hearts scream at the top of their lungs, and still i see you.

silhouettes blend into the background, starting chirps and creaks and squeaks. i see you.

at the touch of the softest silk. i see you.

morning breath and shy somewhat awkward smiles across large rooms full of strangers, and i can see you.

glass shatters like ice on a cold, dark night, igniting an avalanche, yet i still see you.

daughters seeking affection from their mother with schemes of untold greatness. i see you.

zombies crawl out of the ground while crows eat on the flesh of the dead, and is that you i see?

colour fades into black and white, why do i still see you?

as i echo your footsteps like a child follows his parents.

as i pry open your doors late that night.

as i sneak into your bedroom, itching towards your neck.

as i squeeze your lungs dry.

as you breathe for the very last time.

as you choke out your cries of help.

as your eyes open towards the ceiling.

as i smile down your corpse and reach for your face.

i see you.

i saw you.

wait. is that you i see amongst the jostling crowd?

(wow. a stalker's mind isn't a pretty place to be. i just made this out of boredom.)