A night of revelation. A night of unmasked emotions, uncovered truths.

I'm beginning to get the picture but I do not wish to jump to conclusions. I want to confirm my doubts, suspicions, hypothesis. The silhouette is somewhere there; I can make it out but it is just too difficult for me to put my finger on it and give it a definite structure. It's just like the crystal-clear lake of the past, getting more murky by the day. I can't see the bottom and the things in the lake as I used to. Are my eyes failing me, being unable to focus properly? Or is the lake itself getting more polluted, hence becoming a pool of brackish water? Or perhaps a veil is draped across my eyes, rendering the perfect vision to see the perfect lake as imperfect? Could be any combination of the three factors.

I know so much, yet I know so little. I need more time. I need more experimentation. I need more insight. Yet, time does not aid me; it works against me. Confidence shattered, faith shaken. I want disclosure yet not hurt. Foolish desires; how can there exist disclosure without hurt?

Detested pest, uninvited yet so adored and so welcomed. However, if you can't beat them, join them. Attack where rescue can't be reached. I've the upper hand, for now. I not only sensed but saw danger lurking from the corner of my eye. It seemed so innocent, unworthy of fear or threat. I did not confront it, for I was consumed, not by rage but by fear at that point in time. Had I confronted it, I'd have dealt a whole lot more damage. Lethal even.

So close yet so far. Emotions changed and flickered at the blink of an eye, twitch of a facial muscle. So fast they changed and so short they were existent. But I could capture the exact feeling within that minute window of time. Delight, smiles and concern; cynism, sarcasm and retort. The line is so distinct, so distinct that I could see them rolling across each other's boundaries, with relative ease.