Through the eyes of others, I wonder what they see.

I’m beginning to think I am different because my eyes have seen what lies beneath.

They appear in my window late at night

Their scorching glare bring my breath to light.

I can see them in the distance, standing still.

It’s as if they want me to watch until I know they are real.

It was late last night, I knew it was not a dream.

I lay asleep on ...