the Coldly and Overly and Deeplessly Everseen.

I feel as though, If you look at me for long enough I stop being real.

All I am is a thin layer of paint on the canvas of life. Striking to look at, perhaps, but dig through and you will find nothing underneath, no substance, no true person.

If you look at my face long enough, perhaps you, too, will see the hollowness of myself in compare to the world around me.

Soon I shall blow away on the evening breeze, a Shallow mockery of humanity, lifeless and forgotten.

Does it matter? Probably not, even to me.

"Deliberate."