And the truth is there are monsters in this world. We hide behind you when you look in the mirror. We move when you move. We're watching you. We guide you when your blind. We love you when you feel dead. When you drown we tease you with the hope of air. We inhabit the border between a palm tree's shade and the sunlight on the sidewalk. The only time you see us for real is when you start to die. And after that you become one of us.