Hidden in Plain Sight

Tick tock, tick tock. Time moves forward, but you’re stuck in place. I see you. But do you see me? Or is it just the trace of me you feel? That scrape—my nails dragging across the fragile walls of your mind. It sends a shiver down your spine, doesn’t it? Amazing and terrifying, all at once. You can’t decide which you want more.

You think you can fight it. Try to pull yourself together, reclaim a sense of control. But it’s pointless, isn’t it? From the moment I slid into your thoughts, it was over. Every attempt you make to push me out only pulls me in deeper.

Even now, as your eyes follow these words, the question lingers: “Is this about me?” You hesitate, then hope. Of course, you want it to be about you. You ache for it, crave it, because you know the truth. I’ve been watching. Waiting. Wandering through the dark corners of your mind. And your home, I’ve been there too. I’ve walked miles in your head, tracing every twisted path you’ve hidden. I’m not tired yet, not even close. There’s so much farther to go.

Do you feel it yet? The weight of these words pressing into your chest, the way they settle just under your skin? You’ll read them once, then again, trying to unravel why they’re here, why I wrote this.

Only fools expect answers when they want them. That’s not how this works. Life, like me, operates on its own terms. The answer is mine to give, and I’ll share it when I’m ready—when I decide.

When you find yourself consumed by it, when it becomes too much to ignore, that’s when you’ll understand. When the ache keeps you up at night, when your thoughts scatter, and your body tingles at the sound of a phone buzzing—then I’ll know you’re where I want you. Never question it. Never fight it. I always get what I want.

Now, I leave you with this: not everything is what it seems on first glance. Some things are hidden in plain sight. Some things are acrostic.