i think that everyone is secretly documenting the inane ongoings of my life.
i think that as i walk in school everyone
steals glances, then exchange murmurs on
whatever they needed to comment about me.
i think that everytime i'm in a jeepney, everybody tries hard not to stare but i catch them at times and its interesting how they get unnerved by this.
i think that when pieces of conversations reach my ears as i sit quietly somewhere, enjoying a stick or two, it always involves a mention of me.
somewhere inside this narcissistic shell of self-absorption is the capacity to realize this might all just be an illusion.
i think that i think that i am aware that all this is a rather severe and even somewhat demented illusion...
i continue to feed it anyway.