What You Don't See

Can you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.

Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.

Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.

See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes, go on to sleep, but I'll still be watching.

What am I? I am nothing. I am everything. I am everyone, but I am no one. You take me for granted. I don't matter, do I? Well, now I'm making myself known to you. You see me, yet you don't. You hear me, but you think it is your mind playing tricks on you. You'll feel me, but you won't accept that it was anything but your imagination.

I am nothing. I am everything. And I'm watching your every move.