Looking back in retrospect I see that;
As bright as the dark,
was how you were to me.
Now you’re just memories; a sad reduction.
It’s so sad because you’re still alive.
Alive and near, yet so emotionally distant.
Sometimes I feel sad for you;
And on rare occasions, I feel sad because of you.
I always wonder though,
Whats the color of your world?
What love can pierce your iron armour?
Who can reach out and truly touch your soul?
Who can save you from your self-created downward spiral?
Do you bleed and if you do,
How do I ever stop the spreading redness?
So many questions I bear,
With no hope of an answer…maybe thats my curse.
Now, I’m looking for a place to stand and
Its hard, its an emotional task…
in this illusion called your world;
A world as bright as the dark.
nyagah.

Like Babel I am towering and intimidating.