Guess...

Guess...

The voice of the summer breeze is stronger than mine. I am always engulfed by the empty void. My thoughts and opinions are stronger than the ocean tide, but they are neglected in the sunlight. They become the same shadows of the evening twilight. I speak, cry, bellow, scream, but no one listens. I bulldoze through humans who are similar, dis-similar, rude arrogant, kind, warm-hearted, but no one notices me. I stand out in a crowd, shriek at the top of my lungs, rebel against all laws, but no one cares. I am invisible on this earth, and everyone knows this.

Do you know the person you just saw? Did you look into the eyes of that person on the street, in a classroom, house, car, train, airplane, or anywhere else? Did you notice them? Did you see the saddness in their pupils, the happiness in the freckles, or the fatigue on their lips? I notice you, I talk to you, I see you through these black eyes; not knowing your face, not knowing your mind, not knowing your heart, yet I am still here. Isn't that all you have been asking for? You just want someone to be there, forever... Can I be called to your side? No... Why? I am here right now. You can't call something that has always been there, listening to you right know, breathing.

It's fast, your heart; I can feel it. I know you inside out, but I am not you. I am nothing without you or anyone else, yet I go day by day without a thank you or a kind word. Words... Letters composed in a certain order to make sense. You read words; I write with them. This place, in which you scan these countless letters, is the same as the last. I am the twilight writter in the forgotten world; moving words together, creating a sentence. If you didn't know, this story has always been here, before your eyes. Have you ever noticed it before? These words and letters are common to you, but you simply read them in a different order. That is how you, me, friends, family, or a complete stranger talks, writes, replies, conveys, or thinks. We use all twenty six letters for purposes unknown to this mind and your imagination.

That is all language is. Words shifted into positions, and yet we can still make a different meaning out of the same words. In this present time, I will present you with a present, my concious thought. It is weaker than the wind, yet I will wind my mind upon your heart. It is the white dove of my soul which dove further into agony because of the darkness. Do not desert me now in this desert, and leave my precious dessert of happiness to melt in cruel society of black sunlight. Though many believe I produce bad produce. I am bound forever to recite my horrid play, yet play my part in the recital of wretched unworthiness. I subject myself to becoming the subject of nothingness and mockery. I would cry tears of agony, but they would tear my shapeless figure apart. My soul burns up, while it burns down. A wise man once told me to never trust a wise guy. I do not object to being the object of rejection and sarcasm. You have already wound your bandage of hatred around my wound of pitiful existance. We will now fight in the round boxing ring, while our feet smell for pleasure and our noses run away from my odorless figure. If you are a vegetarian, you must like vegetables. I ask you this... If you are a humanitarian, what do you eat? I know. Has the alarm in lunacy gone off as it goes on in your mind? Now, you are to close to my mind to close the door.

Did you understand that? Do you get the meaning? Now, your question is... who am I? I am me, myself, and I have a name. I defines me like yours does. Ask me at a later date, and I might reveal it to you. Vague, I know. But it has taken me so long to get your attention, that I'm not going to give it up so easily. You're going to have to pay for it, like everything else in life. Don't whine by saying this is not fair. It has never been fair for me. I have been alone all my life! Life is not easy; I never said it was. What do I want? You can't give it to me, but you are paying the price. Think! Right now, with time... Your time is precious yet, you give it to me for these few moments. As I speak to you, only you, because of this. Nothing you do can bring back those past seconds, and that makes me wonder... Have you figured out who, what, or when I am?

The sun rises every day, though we cannot not see her through the rain clouds. The warm light shines with my smiles, rain falls as I cry, storms and blizzards reveal my rage, the fog thickens my confusion, but these mean nothing. Nature senses my mood, your mood, all life, and accomidates us. There are few who can sense her back, but not I. I have been blessed, as you call it, and cursed, as I call it, with a different gift. Guess... I know you're wondering. Has your mind snapped with my games? I told you I would not reveal it so easy. A name is precious and should not be marked, like mine has. LOOK... up... down... left... right... what do you see? Tell me! Did you see me? Have you guessed it?

Write, read, write, read... an endless cycle. Someone shifts the words and another is doomed to read them. That is fate. I know because I have spoken with him. Write, read, write, read... Is this all you have to do? Out of all the years we have spent together, you are finally noticing me? I am in isolation, yet I am always with the same person. No matter where I am, what time of day it is, I will be here. Oh, you're wonderful. That's what you and the others believe. Don't get me wrong, you are you, unique and interesting in most aspects, but are normal in the aspects of humans. But me, I have nothing unique or special about me; I am a bland nothing without you. You shape me. These clues are way to obvious. But I will say one last clue for those who have not understood a word I wrote.

I have always been here, from the begining of time, from your birth too, there are others like me, yet we are all one in the same, and we will continue to the end. I am apart of everything, yet nothing at all. You can see me at all times, but push me aside because of my nature. Enough of this, no more clues. I want you to tell me this... Will you remember me? Will you thank me everyday for my service? Will you notice me each sunset, talk to me, look me in the face, and love me as a friend? Will you promise me? DO not say "yes" unless you are willing to do so! I will know if you break the vow, because I am always with you. Whisper it... the words, "I promise." Notice me, thank me, shape me... I am incapable of being alone, yet isolation surrounds me.

Look into the forgotten blackness, and you might see my face. You have forgoten me after all these years, but I do not hate you. I am here with you, at all times. I vanish as quickly as I appear, but I never leave you. Only in the darkness can you see more of my kind. I cannot talk to nature or see the furture, but I am eternal. This is my curse, my curse of living forever serving others and never receiving thanks. I am a blessing to know you, and me because I am beside a person such as you, in this very moment. I thank you for reading, kind eyes... Think of me, talk to me, try to feel me, I am always here, I will never leave you, even in death I will remain, because I am your shadow.