Metaphysics

I thought I was uncomfortable before they left--sitting, holding forth in the large chair, masking the hollowness within by using my loud voice, but when the door closed and the last acquaintance had shuffled out, the apartment became large and bright. I was turned into a cockroach--skuttling from room to room seeking shelter from the vigilant eyes of my unknowing landlord, but, I also turned into the eye of the master, watching myself as my ego looked for a place to hide--"You're beautiful, intelligent, charming, loving and patient, but you're not for me." she said, "And you're not for you either, because to you you're invisible and no one can love what they can't see and don't know exists."