The observant

"I see you. I can be you. I can become you. I watch you even in unconventional times where you'd think you weren't being watched. Yet here we are, you and this surrogacy-like tethered link I feel towards. You got new shoes; I wonder if I can guess your size. I'm good at guessing the ages and measurements of others. Your skin looks a bit lighter today than it did last Friday and Thursday since I last saw you. Did you use some different kinds of facial products over the weekend that resulted in your tampered appearance? Your birthday is coming up. I know this because I heard it called over the enter-come 8 years ago one rainy Thursday.Your Thursday. Your birthday. The principle announces every morning every student's birthday of that certain day over the intercom. I don't think because they have to, but to give the children some sort of feeling that they are not forgotten. You smell..off than what you usually do. Have you had any other newcomers in your household lately? You know me; I know you. Yet we never speak. Your shoes are nice. I want them. Your jacket is nice. I should ask my parents to buy the same one, but in a different color way.Your hair is longer. I think it's time I grew mine out. You walk almost tilted back at medium speed. I should do that; let me try to mimic that. You talk with the worst vocabulary. Let me try and water down mines to fit the new age slang.You see. I can become you. I can be you. I can rid this world of you.Do you think if people mimic you, they will know the difference? Maybe let me try a subtle way.Easy each gesture of the hand and walk in Monday.Tuesday, work on your vocabulary and the way you enunciate your words. Wednesday...Wednesday...scratch it. Let me find another person who has sparked my omniscient mind.

You. You seem to be a loner; maybe I should try you. You're introverted. I can water my personality down to that. It's Saturday; I have today and Sunday to stuff what I will display on Monday. I will befriend you. Slowly, of course, start—you don't smell that pleasant. Everyone in class makes fun of your home life and appearance. Your poor. Why is your collar-up vampiric style? You're going to be a hard one to mimic or stand."