The Watcher

I see you... I feel my excitement grow, the anticipation of an encounter whets my appetite. What kind of person will you be? will it be different this time? I can do nothing for I am the watcher.

The Librarian cares for many records, all of them are lies seen from only one perspective and yet she still cares for these lies, nurturing and protecting them as she would her own offspring.
She knows that her children lie, and that sometimes they could be clearer in what they have to say. She could take a pen to them and edit out their shortfalls, like she would take a tissue to the face of a street urchin.
Then there is the danger of the words becoming different lies, her lies... Best not to get involved. Instead the information washes around her, she is not made damp and sullied by it's tainted waters, here and there she sees fishes and mermaids and longs to immerse herself.
Swimming with such beauty would be perfect... But alas that is not her duty, for she is a watcher, blessed with seeing all, and cursed with not being able to get involved.

As you get closer I sense your excitement it matches my own, you show yours through screams and energetic movements, I keep mine hidden, buried beneath a metal facade .
I know what will happen, you will fall, I can see it, I could stop it, just one word would halt your approach. But then it wouldn't happen, and I would never know if it would have.
Even now I could choose to get involved, there is still time... but I am the voyeur, the watcher.

I lied to you before, I told you that I am the Watcher, I edited myself to make me seem more important in your eyes. I care about what you think of me, I may appear aloof at times and I would forgive you for mistaking it for arrogance, but that's not what it is.

The distance that I keep is not because you are worthless, in fact the inverse is true. You are worth everything, you effect the world in so many ways and all I can do is watch.
I worry that if I was ever to let down my guard and join you I might in some way muddy your brilliant sheen. I still have not confessed my lie, I dance around it confessing other sins never quite getting to the point, but I will, you are come here to listen so I should speak. I am not the Watcher... I am just a Watcher... It was only a small lie, using the smallest of words I altered your perception of me. By changing "A" to "The" you thought me more important, I became special.

You have fallen, I knew you would, I could have told you... but I didn't.I am a watcher, life lives around me, I can smell it's musk and it fills me with longing, I imagine all the different flavours that I could be tasting, I get giddy and high from the possibility. However I know the true, well some of it... Like perfume I know that your smell is alluring, you call to me bringing me ever closer to the rocks, and I might even hurl my self onto those sharp stones if it wasn't for one piece of knowledge that I have to protect me, a talisman against your lure.
I have been intoxicated by perfume in the past but I have one trick left up my sleeve, for I have also tasted perfume... the slightest of drops upon my lip would contort my
feelings for you, it would sour our relationship. So life lets not quarrel, in fact lets be the closest of friends, you can tempt me and excite me with ever new contrivances and I shall watch, for that is my lot, for I am a Watcher

You are leaving now, if I had warned you would you have stayed longer? or would you have grown tired? you would have left anyway your kind always does. In ten years time will you remember? I will...

If you had not fallen, would it have left your memory like the toy discarded for the latest craze? By just watching, by letting you fall I have created a bond between us, you will never quite forget this moment, I will always be there, lurking, watching, keeping you safe, stopping you from falling again... or at least, helping you to recover more quickly.

I am a watcher, I love you, I admire you...

I could never be you.