The whispers

The whispers.
When I look at your face, I see something special.
I see the pure you, not the stranger beside your soul.
I see a past spirit friend that you think is long time dead.
Watching over you as if he misses you. He whispers in 
your ear never forget who you are. He is the one, that never, leave’s your side even thou your asleep, they ask you to listen but then your question refers to a hallucination, the only possible explanation to you, you end in Confusion. You ask to hear the truth but yet you don’t want to believe it, even thou you hear it. We can only decide for ourselves, and let me tell you one secret; the answer to your question is the question itself. We are all just aliens.