Walking on the shadows, closing my eyes,
I cannot bear to speak, of what is old and new in my eyes.
Blinded by my fellows,
I cannot hear or see truth.
Deafened in the light,
I cannot feel the movements,
A shadow, starlight.
Am I who I wish to be,
Or is this all a dream,
Walking on the shadows,
This is just too real.

Sweet, short, and despairing. Beautiful.

Always a pleasure to read your pieces.