I have always liked to make eye contact with strangers.
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Walking down the streets, in a transport, inside a building, outside in the open space,
I come across a number of strangers I never get to see again.

Each with their own style of dressing, walking pattern, and body language.

They never really notice me,
But that is fine.

Once we see one another,
A vision,
Then they know that it was never a simple interaction.

I stare into their eyes,
Different stories lie within,
Their thoughts,
Their feelings,
A door way to it all.

As they pass by,
As if hypnotised,
They turn their heads, keeping the contact,
It interests me,
And excites me.

Some believe it is an invasion of privacy,
I on the other hand enjoy that invasion.

Although, I have had many contacts,
Those exist,
A guard against me.

Anger I felt not,
Instead, it formed an attraction.

With the aura they possess,
A want grew inside of me.

To fulfill a task that has been assigned,
To dive deep into the world that is not mine.

Some human,
Others, beings of the undead,
My eyes naked when it seeks,
Domination of one's own possessions.

In hope I state,
A wall I request,
That you must find out,
It is not the end,
But the very beginning.
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