Romeo is Upset

I tip toe and flutter down the street as you watch from accross the way. I see you not, as I drift into artistry. Alone for eternity, I can just be me. Harsh judgement every moment has left its mark on my heart and my feet. I, all of sudden, look up, and you are there glaring and laughing nonsensically. It is he, WillVanB, tunnelling through, to make a complete fool of you. No one has been successful with me. Romeo tried to the nth degree and I held him at bay with 4 concussions that day. My method is only me. I did submit and handle it unconsciously. Now there is a knife. That is hockey stalker. I take the chain connected to the neck collar. It is old. It is slavery. I take you back to a car of white. It is a Ford Fairmount from the 80's. My family had it for years. Accident on Hwy 35W in Janurary with infinity cars. You drive, but you cannot see. You blame it on me. I move back while you stand judging me. Have you ever thought that you have a problem with stalking? That man doesn't help. I feel your projection strong today. Your slavery has just begun. A slave cannot stalk because everyone takes his energy and everything else, eventually. Endure it quietly. The collar disappears. I shake your hand politely, and enter my front door. I give you permission to place yourself in back to see another he who was collared today. Stay quiet and sleep.