kenfoo

Over the years, people always tell me that at least once, in all their time of knowing my person, that they had caught a rare glimpse of me with a look in my eyes that caused them to feel a bizarre, immense discomfort, as if suddenly a shadowy hand had manifested out from a black void and took a chokehold of their necks, obstructing their breathing. This encounter would, hearsay, last but only a few seconds, after which they will break out in cold sweat, swiftly averting eye contact with me immediately. They then remain silent for a very long while, often puzzling me to such a change in their usual good rapport, then recounting this event to me only after a time when they have amicably recovered from whatever heart of senses they might have lost before, to that anomalous experience. Privy to my dark past which I have always kept safely guarded in my own dark heart, do they of course guilelessly ask, 'Just, what the hell are you...?' I always tell them, with a furrowed brow and familiar candor, 'Oh dear friends, would you believe if I told? Know that it is just me, please, of whom but is only human still.' Oh... this true recollection that I choose to open to you now...... just might shed some light, perhaps?