you , you , you ! ⠀ the boy with a thousand eyes , have i met my maker in you yet, my sweet miles. everywhere and nowhere, present and impalpable all the same. i know — have always known — you for what you are. i spent the better half of the morning pacing, pondering over this scruple, shivering at the notion of confrontation. let it alone , my hoary companion had told me from our clandestine congregation, but my want gets the better of me: ❛ miles. ⠀ ❜ you sit all day in your own brood, holed up in that disarray you call a bedroom, and all but make as if not to notice my arrival. ❛ flora says you gave her a fright last night. ⠀❜
✦ * @quandare › MILES.