I am the back seat boy.
The lone ranger that wanders in a dark abyss.
I am the one who sees what others call evil.
I marvel at it.
We dance upon our shadows.
I am the one locked up in mind and soul.
Afraid, perhaps, of the cruel world that hisses and strokes the inner shelter of my body.
I am light in times of darkness.
A smile among a melancholy town.
A place where people live to die and waste every breathe with lies and fruitless stories.
I wish to see a place where one could gather and see what I see.
I am the boy who needs help they say.
I am "shy, alone ..." and dare i say it, "afraid".
I am existant for a little while.
I watch from the skies the people as they wander here and through.
Everyone pulls on one another like a magnet.
What is wrong with being alone?
From the streets
I am an ordinary face.
I simply exist in my own world away from people.
Here I am captain.
Ready to set sail to a place far, far away.
I am alone.
But why does one need company in search of a darker end.
Selfish isn't it?
We, though, grab hold and pull each other down to the depths of hell.
I am afraid.
For a little while.
TIme will soothe the bruises of the past.
In the end I know what I wish to see in myself and the world.
I am happy.
Happy for the things that are and will be.
To be a part of the journey like so many others.
We all will meet our ends.
But I know that whatever awaits me.
I shall have no regrets.
I am at peace.