(Fr. ac-t) Le Derangement

Observe me realizing these are actual grown adults and yoinking Siffrin from the Snufkin niche back into the nature (sickly Victorian poet niche)

ALL THEATRES ARE THEATRES OF WAR. WAR MUST NEEDS BE THEATRICAL.

I can’t find anything I’m better at yet so I observe.

Drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

All of you.

Purple has a beautiful mind, hides in shadows but is kind. Troubled thoughts that bring her shame, yearns for what she can’t attain.

Pink makes things that look so sweet, but makes herself so hard to greet. Troubled home leaves her black and blue, perhaps she needs a home anew.

Blue is skilled at crafting lies, few can see past her disguise. Troubled mind that keeps her down, though it’s rare to see a frown.

Amber is a different kind, knows his place and stays in line. Troubled past a fervent flame, he’s just doing this again.

And where does that leave me..?

A silent watcher.

N̴͕̟̤̼̓͛̿̕ọ̷̆t̴̘͗ȟ̵̨̗̘̲̻̣̦ỉ̸̬͍̈́͛̔̓͠n̷̰͇̳̿̂͘͠g̶̛̰͕̳͕̏͐ and nobody.

Not a who but a W̶̬̭͓̳̽͊͜h̷̡̦̪̝͈̥̜͓̤͒͋͆̾͛̑͆͂̋̚͜ͅȁ̷̬̹̾̄̒̄̀͊̽̐͂̋̏ṫ̴̡̢̧̘͒ͅ.

Perhaps I am Ģ̶̨̛̰̘̜̖̫̗͓͕̓͌̐̊̒̾̀̔̓̆̽̌̽̌̆̃̄̅̀̀̚̕͠ó̸̡̧̡͍̰͍̝̩̩̭̍͒̾̔͗̿̆̒̊̆̄̕͠d̶̛̛̟̦́̆̀̓͛̽̉̈̾͌̇̃͆͝.

Perhaps a ghost.

Perhaps.. just Ą̵̢̨̳̪̻͉̮͖̩̩͚̗̻̼̞̪̭̜̟̳̎͐̀̐́́̄̈̓͆̋͂̉̆̈́́̽̀̌̑̿͠͝ͅn̴̛̛͕̞͈̫̺͙͚̗̮̥͍͒̓̽̆͐̏̈́̄͊̓̐͒̈́̏̆̀͌̀͘̕̕͝͠͠ơ̴̧͉̪̰̺̰͓̰̼̦̲̤͉̠͉̻̫͖̟͇̥͕̖͓̈́̔͒̏̆̿͊̎̉̏͂͆̑̿͆̌̍̏̂̊̚͠ͅͅͅt̸͕̳̱̖̩̜̐́͐̍̎͋̀̉ḩ̷̡͈͎͓̞͎̫̞̩̫͈͊̐̓̈͐͆̅͐́̌̓́̽͒͋̏͐̋͐̔͌̋̑͛̀͝ę̶̢̛̝̟͚̘̝̱͔̭̠̤͓̰̮̟̯̖͇̦̜̙͇͓̘̬͕̑͒̐̈́̈̑̐͋͒͛̈̌̈̀̈͗̑̊̈́̑̏͗̈́̈́̐͝r̸̼͇̘̖̝̐͑̾̈́͛̈́͛, the same as the rest.