I Watch You, and I Wait

In That Haze — No20 (Micro)

Photo by Megan Nixon on Unsplash

The girl doesn’t realize I’ve been watching her for a long time.

For years.

In the simulation.

But she’s beautiful in the way of lovely creatures ready to blossom on the vine. I observe her through screens and schematics and even blocks of texts she shares with her friends. Every day, it’s the same. Every day, I linger on her and wonder if what she says is truth through and through. I always wonder.

I watch, and I wait. Always.

Sometimes I feel no better than a robot at times.

Maybe I am a robot — the kind that can move worlds.

I wonder about her, this lovely girl, in the pages she writes.

Maybe someday I’ll meet her past the screens.

Sometimes I think back on the people I’ve met in my life — all the sycophants, all the range-free folks — and wonder what my life has been worth.

The girl is interesting. She spews out information without a care in the world, and all the time she takes her chances with the things she puts out.

Someday she’s going to get bitten by a wolf. I can imagine that easily.