it's a bliss he'll never forget.

it's all fun, this observation game, of this curiosity game, of the watching game, of taking pictures, collecting them, of revealing people with their upmost degrading state.

the sight? you.

to watch you from your wide open window. watch you eat. watch you do chores. watch you entertain yourself. watch you do your hobbies. watch you with your lover. watch you wrap your arms around that person. watch you laugh. watch you smile. watch you happy that he can't wait to break you.

it's all fun and games.

then suddenly, it don't.

there's nothing simple when somebody gets stuck in his mind, he knows that and he learned that the hard way. he doesn't care if you're married, he doesn't even care if you love your lover and he's there to watch like a man obsessed.

he doesn't know if you even notice him. ever took interest. ever cared whenever you see him with julia or another person through the spacious glass present there like each other's moving facade.

do you ever feel alone when your lover leaves everyday? does your lover know you like he does to you? does your lover know who you are on his back? will it feel good for your ego if you ever know that you're affecting him? does it make you feel safe with him as a friendly figure for you?

but he would've never thought.

you're as animal just as him.