It was difficult keeping Vanessa's obsession to myself, let alone forget about it. I wanted to get advice from my close friends, but I knew they would demand to see the blog and all hell would break loose. So, I kept my mouth shut. This unspeakable situation is nothing if not inspiration for art. I decided to put down a few lines that night. I was feeling lonely and paranoid - and maybe not completely sober...
What follows his eyes, wherever they look
Discovers the soul, an open book
What harvests his mind, whatever it thinks
Opens his heart, its wants, its chinks
And when discovered, once revealed
A soul and heart withdraw their shield
That which follows, that which reaps
Decides what goes and what it keeps
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