Stacks and stacks of books her hands flicked through as I gazed onwards. I saw the flick of her nose, the protruding veins in her neck, pumping blood furiously around her body. Her eyes focused and filled with intent, yet remaining un-spotting of me every-time. I was a still child in a game of hide and seek in which I mustn’t grow fed up of playing. The reaching out of my heart I had learnt to stop with time. I was simply here to look, not touch. I heard the breath release from her mouth in its small gasps. I knew straight away, she was trying to calm herself. ‘You paranoid girl’ I heard the voice in her head, every detail, every molecule, every cell was open for my interpretation, for my acknowledgement. Yet her soul, a treasurable rarity, findable only somewhere admist her being, was hardly heard. Glimpses of it arose time to time. Magical sparks unveiling true nature. Isolated she was who she is.

Yet who am I you ask?, I am the watcher.