“I am the first,
a shadow at the end of the hallway.
I spin the carousel,
the laughter recedes away.
My finger on your lips,
I stole something precious.
I am the second,
alone in a faceless crowd.
A human caught in monochrome dreams,
I scream to wake up.
My voice drowns deep underground.
Only the dead can hear me,
see me.
I am the third,
a master, a sentinel of awakeness.
I hold truth like a torch.
Shadows flicker before me.
Rapid eye,
follow the chain of thought
until the silence ends.”
(via amummy)
Source: president-cellphone
