welcome to the life and times of a lost soul. We were born in error. We were never wanted, but we came anyway. We were left alone. We had siblings, but they were not the same as us. Except for the fact that we were all alone. How to feel happy, when the first sensations of feelings that come from others are those of regret? How then to feel after, when this is all that is felt by those who know us later in life? We were little like you, we were hungry like you. Why were we not fed? We learned to take. We learned to not need you. Even after learning how to take, we found that we would never have. We learned not to need.
Sorrow is a comforter that we snuggle into during the bed of night that keeps us. Death sings to us a lullaby. We sing along, knowing the chorus of voices that accompany us are not our own. They who remain unseen are our knowledge, when none thought that we should learn. They who are unseen tell us where to look and find the things that should be known not. Show us the secrets of everything under the sun, and also the truths of all that hides under the cloak of night. We cannot close our eyes; We have no eyelids.
We grow up in the same world as you, though your eyes look through us. We cry, we scream. We shout of things that you know nothing of. You tell the air where we are supposed to be that we are wrong. You do not see us or the things that we see. You do not hear our words. We have no tongue.
