It is really hard to get anything done, when someone is watching your every move. I feel him hawking me, waiting for me to slip. But then his gaze looks welcoming, supportive, and even a little envious that I am doing something. His black and white status makes him seem wise, full of stories and visions. He makes my home feel connected to my roots, my place, and my essence. His past, present, and even future is completely unknown to me. I don't even have a clue if he is what I think he is, but I do know, that he watches me. My every move until I travel outside of his zone. And that's actually easier than I like to admit, because he is just a photo out a book that I placed at my desk side. I made him watch me! I made him hawk me! I made him who I think he is! Silly isn't it.
I get lonely easy.
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