I
This is Frithjof.
He does not know if he is a boy.
Or a beast.
Or some thing else.
Is he dangerous?
If only to himself.
You think
you do not
know him.
He thinks
he knows
you.
He might have
known you
for a while.
And well.
You think
you do not
see him.
(Except here.)
He thinks
he sees
you.
(A lot.)
Is he invisible?
Not quite.
He just dislikes
to be seen.
At least, directly.
Hiding among
your things.
Lurking behind
your back.
Locked up
in your head.
Maybe he is
not really here.
Or there.
Or elsewhere.
Does it matter?
Maybe
he thinks
the same
about you.
Maybe
he is not
wrong.
II
There is more
to Frithjof
than meets
the eye.
You can imagine him
any way you want.
He would not mind.
You can believe
he does not exist at all.
He would mind even less.
It is how he prefers it.
Frithjof can be negative.
Rarely in the mood.
He never sleeps.
He never talks.
He never plays.
Well, if only sometimes.
But he likes to watch.
He likes to watch you.
(Right now.)
He likes it very much.
Have you ever felt being watched?
Maybe it was someone.
Maybe it was him.
Who knows.
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