I sit in my little black corner watching the world run it's course with ease. Through the thin glass separating me from this lie I see the way everything happens in a distance. I find joy in little children exploring the possibilities and letting their imagination control the universe where endless creations can be captured. I find curiosity to those who look at aspects differently for they are never correct but their colorful mind always busy sparks questions in which no one can tell the answers. And I find sadness in watching the people of the world prance around in completely obliviousness to the little souls urging for the light but held to the shadows. Every blip of shadows are never noticed by the faces rushing by. Screaming and fighting they struggle against the grey cloak with holding them from freedom as if they will never fly again. For myself am only an observer of this so called life in which I will never be noticed. I wish to take away their struggle and fear only to be replaced by fascinating hues of a bright summers day or of a silver rainy night. Yet I can do nothing but sit here In my little black corner watching the world slowly fade away with ease behind this thin glass separating me from the truth that may come to be.