I hope you don't mind if I'll show myself to you. Do not be afraid, never will I harm you. I just want to see an ear that listens, and hear a note from a distant melody saying that there are emotions escaping from an opened heart.

I am the invisible man. Lurking around, watching them create memory. I take note as they create history. You don't see me doing something, you don't hear me laughing with you. But whenever I get too near, I do believe there is this coldness that you can feel. A coldness that has always been there, but became obvious too late. For I have been given no chance to live, that's why I write these words in green ink, the color of life. I know, yes I do, that there where attempts to link to me. That there were different media to get to me, but it seemed like those were not the proper ones. I just wasn't able to pass through these given channels. I cannot fit in them.

How do you unveil me? Is there even something to unveil? Cause whenever I try to, I am just being pushed back to the safety of my silent fortress. Now I am used to it, I will no longer be pushed back, I myself, will hold me back. I will not enter a show without a ticket. So I will just remain as a wondering entity. Stuck in my own thoughts wishing I could let them go.

Do I even exist? It has always been a debate. Even if I do, am I existing on the right dimension? Will my fingers be felt if I tap a shoulder, or will they just pass through? I envy the wind. At least, he can stroke your hair or even push you, make you acknowledge his presence, even though he too is unseen. 

Scoctoma. Why is it that eyes see only those that they are told to see? What's the point of viewing then, if you think you already know what you are about to see? Prolong this and I shall continue my haunting. I exist, I tell you, I do. Is it so hard to hear the cry of a silent scream? All you have to do is to listen, listen with your heart and realize that it is louder than any battle cry. The senses are too small, they cannot tell you the truth.

Do this and you shall see me filled with green- the color of mountains covered with trees, the color of the deepest sea in which life is so evident. The color that tells that it is possible to breathe. the color that which I seek, the reason why in this color, these words are seen.