you hear voices and echo. words and letters, drawing patterns in empty space. there is something here that isn't you. it hums and wails, wandering between the lines. you can't see it. you can't feel it. but you know it's there. it won't leave until you see it, it won't disappear until you feel it. you know what it wants. you don't know how to give it that. you don't know how to want. you have nothing to give, nothing at all. and now it won't stop crying. it won't stop screaming....