Unhinged

Existing, yet undiscovered.

Palpable, but unscathed.
You move, but you do not touch me.
You look, but you do not notice me.
Your movement is aimless; you do not feel me.
Your vision is mediated; you do not see me.

Telescope eyes, do you see me like I see you?
Your existence is physical,
My reality is imaginary.

You shut your eyes, you seal your ears,
You lock your lips, you suffocate your lungs.
Your senses arrested.
You do not see me, you do not hear me,
You do not taste me, you do not breathe me.

Telescope eyes, do you see me like I see you?
Your existence is physical,
My reality is imaginary.

I see you, I hear you,
I taste you, I breathe you.
Beautiful, melodic,
Delicious, vital.
But you are my reality,
Your existence is illusive.

Telescope eyes, do you see me like I see you?
Your existence is physical,
My reality is imaginary.

My reality is imaginary,
It is physical by fault.
You are not here.
You do not see me,
You do not hear me,
You do not taste me,
You do not breathe me.
You do not know me because
You only see with telescope eyes.