Are you concentrating hard and observing closely? Trust me, you must not believe in what you think you see. Just looking at me will never be quite enough, because your eyes are cursed to be deceptive.
Your earnest hands might reach out towards me. They might even caress your comforting delusion. But, the raw reality that you will inevitably come into contact with is far from the thrill that you might have come to anticipate, isn't it? Would you finally feel my mysterious contours and imagine me as I view myself - in an ornate mirror clutched in my trembling hands? I sowed seeds in those soft palms and watched tiny threads germinate. Ambitious plants saw fit to thrust free from that familiar ...