I am the spacing between two stars and the planet that holds the life-blood of a community that I never hath lived in.
I am that which needs concentration only to tell you that you must let it come naturally rather than forcefully.
I am a thought in the wind and a concern in the breeze, and yet I can't flow like the wind can, can't skate around like air.
I am a tornado in the making and a monsoon already past. I am a kiss of metal on steel with a middle-man of silk-easily cut out.
I am a shot from a cop's gun that pierces the skull of yet another victim and the claws of retribution that inevitably follows.
I am a world of confusion and a place of infinite betrayal.
I am bleakness.