Anonymous.

Your words have lent moments in my time, with curious thoughts and quiet smiles. I am soulfully unaware, belonging so long to the darkest colors and the narrowest of shadows. I have forgotten to see while looking, and, forgotten who I am. Who I am is what you see, but all I see is how I feel and all I give is that. I know not what else: comfortless within rage, strain upon pain, needfully still and effortlessly unawake. Off what again to some cry, warm, hunted and of inflamed spirit. So, things to think on, that have me recently well, are words that have caused me to wonder and noted a watch on my will. Thank you.