Projections

My skin and your skin. Alike.

To watch and to see are different things but I recognized neither. 

But the glances I catch, the analyzations that are trying to be made. 

I notice the mind calculating the things being perceived. But nothing 

could be calculated. The logic behind it all spiralled because the 

instinct couldn’t be measured. The intensity was watched, the 

complications understood. 

And everything was still; it was happening.

And in my mind, I let it pass thinking it was nothing. But it spanned 

out all over the place and in patterns. An estimated route it took, and 

I hit every move before it came. I some how knew but didn’t realize 

that I did. The reasons were there deductively and I was just connecting 

the dots. Being in the forefront was horrible but I couldn’t help but to 

indulge.

Unified, it occupied my mind. My every instant reflected this. Worlds 

submerge to accommodate what I perceive. I understood your actions, 

and I made my reactions. 

I’m just the projector and the rest is a projection.