Attraction

A sheet of soft, red velvet is covering what seems to be a box--pleasant to touch, but the edges may cause harm.

Everything can be deceiving.

What if you give in to curiosity.
What if your eyes are actually fooling you.
What if you look underneath the sheet.

Personify that image in your head. Who do you see?

The analogy with the book is overrated.
The mirror is too much for the vain.
And the prejudice you get? It's the cherry on top.

How would you describe a person who's so hard to get a read on?
How could you tell what he's thinking?

Indeed, it's confusing. Frustrating, even.
Being clouded with these thoughts can take hours,
and hours before it clears out.
It's because you crave for an answer.

Where is it?

It's inside his head. A place where you cannot enter.

And you're left alone.
Standing in front of that box covered with a mantle of red velvet.
Attracted, curious, excited, frustrated.

Prejudiced.