invisibly yours.

to ponder what you are and who you will become is a common thread in your cloak.
trusting only in what i see with my limited understanding and perception,
my strenuous course of digging seems to remain defiant.
hitting dead end again, i slave in an aimless attempt at discovering depth.
do you even know?
the invisible self is only visible to himself,
but what good is he to those who want to see life?
you hover around haunting those who do not ask.
when was your presence ever requested?
hearing and not seeing is a treacherous divide.
show yourself.
come from those shadows.
leave your opaque seclusion and be defined in colors vibrant and bold.
you fear losing your looming effect and shedding the mystery of your secrets-
those so tightly locked up, pushed far back in that dungeon of darkness.
have you hidden them so far away that not even you, the very owner of such treasured insight,
has the navigation to its clarity?
it is i that fear your very presence.
never seeing, only hearing.
that voice....
somehow its eeriness intrigues my soul.
leading me towards you?
or away?
the closer i come to finding this alluring tone, the more deceived i am
only to be mislead again to a false sense of reality.
unveil yourself for the world to see.
if not for them, at least for me.
we mustn't fear each other any longer.