Who I am
I am....
The one wearing a detailed expression
With deep blue eyes and messy hair
I let my mind travel in both directions
On the ground and up in the air
I sit and stare but am not there
I am not black or white, I am grey
You see me only in one hue
I must leave and cannot stay
Here, where the world is dark
I am not quiet, I am loud
Here, I cannot speak.
I cannot go where I am not allowed
But I long to go there inside the place
where I can dissapear into the shadows
Where I am what is and there is no will be
Because Yes, I have always been that person
The one who you have never met, never known
I hope that one day you can join me in the shadows
The wonderful place burried deep under the unknown.
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