I see you.
I feel you.
I understand you.
I hear your silent question:
Who am I?
I have no answer for you, yet I have a million answers.
I am the nightmares that wake you up in the dead of night,
yet I am the lullabies that sing you to sleep.
I am the cold breeze on a hot summer day,
yet I am the fire in your hands as you touch ice.
I am the most powerful type of love you could imagine,
yet I am full of a hatred so potent it could ****.
I am your best friend and I am your worst enemy.
I am the bittersweet taste of nostalgia creeping up your spine
and slithering into your black heart.
I am life, yet I am death.
I am nothing, yet I am everything.
But who, may I ask, are you?