• I hope that someday you will understand. It's not easy to explain, this feeling inside. It's buried deep within my empty tomb. Some think I'm paranoid... but I know something is wrong. Is it in the way the trees move with the wind? No... it can't be. Is it in the way people smile and tell you how they truly are? No... that's only a facade. Is it in the way my mind flutters and seems to never settle on one set method? Perhaps. I ache, I yearn for something I can comprehend, but there is only darkness. I am blind for my eyes cannot see what is too bright for me to behold. This is reality. All around me, yet so far away, and I wish not to touch it. I embrace what my mind wants to believe true. I will myself to see things that aren't really there, but could they be? In this world I know not what is true anymore. This world is made of lies, deceitful creatures and their pitiful scowls. I will crush them, turn them into dust and hope that someday I will go to dust as well. For now I bid my thoughts to wander. I know there is something wrong, but where the fault lies I know not. Perhaps.... perhaps I truly am paranoid.