You may not have noticed. You may not have seen. You may not have heard. It is very likely, you never will... But they've arrived. Something is here... And people don't seem to understand what it means. I don't even understand what it means... But they are here...

I saw something in the corner of my eyes... Movement? No, something more abstract... Family say it's floaters, but those are certainly not floaters... They move with intent... Little dancing shapes that vanish when you turn to see them...

I saw something near the alley in the city... It moved faster than any cat or dog I can think of... But people think I thought I saw a raccoon... No raccoon moves like that, no animal moves like that... It is hunting for something...

I saw something underneath a car while shopping... It blinked at me, but I couldn't see it... I know it blinked, but had no physicality. It blinked... I know it did... I am being told to seek therapy...

I saw something in the woods... A wounded deer... Gentle and crying out... But it was off... Something was wrong... Then I saw... It fell dead... Beckoning me to investigate... But I know, I know I shouldn't... I didn't. I was a coward. I ran.

I saw something in the sky... Another person saw it too... Something flowing, something moving... But... We couldn't put it into words. Our heads hurt when we try to talk about it... But I cannot talk about it anymore... That other person... Never existed...

I saw something... They came... They are here... And I am sure others can see them... Hear them... Notice them... But they refuse to acknowledge... Less they end up like me...

There is something out there... And you may not have noticed it... Or maybe you have...

Maybe you have...