"Watchman..."

Why did it steal my attention? we are just guests at this celebration of life...we are watching...we remember...we are burning with impatience to find something new...we were given the opportunity to preserve and own what was hidden from us...and as soon as we get what we need, we become one with what we so wanted to get...we begin to protect it from unnecessary eyes, from the dirty hands of ignorant bastards...it's mine and mine alone...me and only me... And so it's time to go back to your room... Open the closet door...the uniform that's been hanging on the hanger for so many years...but she's in time...she's a little greasy, but it doesn't bother...her time has come... Well, watchman...it's time to get back to your seat...to dissolve into the world of colors that take power over your eyes... *eyes open wide... *the heart starts beating faster... *inhale...exhale...