where am I? where am I going?
it s hard to say. I am running from the dark, 'cause it scares me, and the Light is just trying to blind ME.
I live in a world where Black and White are all a person like ME can feel, all a person like me can see.
I can't feel colours, cause shades are not a part of my heart.
My soul is concrete,
Just the light and the darkness that are sleeping in my mind, my heart, my soul.
It is hard to find another one like me but that s what a traveller is made for.
To find the light in the darkness, and the dark that's resting in the light.
Like the stars in the night and the shadows in the light.
These must be parts of a soul, broken apart waiting to find eachother.
But they need help.
From me.
From you.
From us.
'Cause who could be able to fix the broken if not the broken ones?
Who'd be able to match the light of a star with the shadow of its own if not us, the ones who' d been broken so many times that the count has already lost a milion tears