A Stream of Broken Accounts

Until I catch up with you, I will keep following you, always. So, at least after I catch up with you, can you look me in the eyes for once, the mouthless noble iceberg? If only the head were really made of straw, then there would no longer be a need to deepen the gap due to being ignored, and there would no longer be a need to sting the nerves due to indifference. Bastard, I'm afraid, after decades of hiding, being stripped out of my body, my soul, being exposed to the sun, and being ignored by you, just like you have treated me for these decades. Therefore, I never dared to think about your mood of accepting me. I just begged, begged, you don't discover its existence, over and over again, just over and over again. . . . . . . . . . Liar. . . Obviously. . . I am in your eyes. . . Haven't they always been like wild dogs? . .