Eizo

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People... They are everywhere. No matter where you look, you'll see them. Walking around in the far distance or perhaps up close. People are everywhere. Some you may see, and others are harder to spot. Maybe it's because they want some distance? I don't quite know. But they exist. All of them surround us. All of them stare. Some are faded. Some are cut in half... burnt looking?...long.. so tall.. ....Maybe they are dead, or maybe I'm just looking too deeply into this.

However, there are certain people out there who show very obvious differences from you and me... you and me?.. Yeah... well.. The shadow people walk amongst us. They're the ones who look a bit transparent. The strange tall shadow people who most of the time look like they are hurt. I can see them, yet I wonder if my mind is playing tricks on me. But one thing is for sure: The moment I give any of them a glance, they notice. And they will look back. They always do. They crave it, I can see it in their emotionless eyes. I can feel it.. attention to them is like a moth to s flame, they'll run to it..

They have nothing to do. Nobody misses them. Nobody cares. Nobody acknowledges them. Nobody's there. So they will latch on to any ounce of attention. They will take anything they can get.

They walk aimlessly. Not knowing where to go... But they keep on walking. That is, unless someone can see them. They won't let that person go. They are attracted to anyone who gives them even a little bit of attention. But I always wonder if maybe they do have a place they want to go. Maybe they are looking for something? I mean it makes no sense? This is all speculation of what I've seen? I can't look at them I can't let them see me yet I look.. I look in fear..

People will probably say that I am crazy if I ever say that I saw these shadow people. That this isn't normal. But maybe they say that because they can't see. They look as real as me; how could they not be a normal thing to see? Maybe I just see too much.

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Vivian is a normal man. All he does is stare at the clouds. He doesn't like to talk very much, since that's mentally draining. He enjoys keeping things in his mind most of the time. His head is his personal journal. It gets quite clustered up there, so Vivian likes to walk a lot. It's a de-stresser, he likes to say. Yet he's scared of everything and everyone. They are all out to get him. They all want to hurt him. They all want to kill him. Is what his mind tells at the back of his every action. So maybe walking isn't the best thing to do.

He's not safe with anyone. He's safe in his job.. It's his home.. That's his place... His job is his only safe place; it's the only place he has. It is the only place he is allowed to be in. It's the only place he was made to be. nowhere else...

Mr. Vivian, why are you alone?

"I don't know. I don't know why I'm alone."

Mr. Vivian, do you want a friend?

"I'm not too sure. Who are you?"

I am... I don't know. Does it matter though?

"I mean.. yes?"

No..

Any-who Vivian isn't the most socially acceptable person. He doesn't know how to talk to people, and that's why he prefers not to talk to people at all. Also, nobody truly wants him; Vivian gives off those weird, quiet person vibes. Such a strange man he is. Mutters to himself all the time.

"I- I can hear you.."

He thinks about things a lot but sometimes forgets he's in his imagination far too long. He thinks he's in his house but in reality he's at work or that he assumes that maybe his job is a play place, Because why else would he be waisting his time staring at nothing? Talking to nothing.
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"Vivian..."