The Plot Armor
Understanding him is like trying to detect a chameleon underneath an invisibility cloak. I capture his existence but is not easy enough discerning the complexities inside his mind.
Why he spoke in certain ways, in a particular momentum, within a structure of utterance that no one could really know whether he meant it or not.
Perplexing, at times. Frustrating, oftener.
Something obvious told me, he let anyone see what he only chose to reveal. I, meanwhile, strived to know the rest of his hidden pieces. And observing him has turned ubiquitous as if Odysseus’s unceasing journey to home, except, there were no home. One given moment he embodied one personality and another time differed yet within the same mortal flesh.
Not rarely the case, I found myself like a rat wandering to-and-fro in my own maze while he, a falcon, winding freely above my existence. I tricked him but he got me out-tricked thereby, catching me off guard — And that dynamic goes in parallel every time we engage.
