Waysh

Enrages me to stand on unequal ground, enrages me to be born in this unequal predatorial society, where everyone is seen as prey and everyone is trying to be the predator. The look on every human being's face screams of the same fear and lack of love, because all that they expect upon them is the same lack of equality that their past has shown, everyone's a prey and everyone's a predator. There is no reaching of peace or tranquility, peace is just the carrot on a string dangling infront of each one of our faces, giving us that last shinning light of hope, one day peace will be there as one day we will outrun our shadow.

 I know i'm different and i'm not the one to blame, for i am not like you and you are not like me, while you search into my eyes for reason, i am far away into another season. So who i am and why i am are questions without ending, do you not have any better thing to do than to mess with my pretending? Pretending to be not whom you all project upon me, because i know and feel not like you and i see and dream not like them, i am the opposite of everything except me, the opposite of whom you want to be.

...As i walked down the last stairs, I was shaking more and more frequently, i felt the rumble of each step i took and the shaking of the walls beside me. The walls were very close and i would grind my shoulders with them. The light around me was quickly backing away, welcoming me to the only thing that was left, total darkness... As i became engulfed by the black nothingness, i noticed that i could no longer hear my footsteps, the only thing i could hear is my own heartbeat and the suttering sound of my breath. I started to realize that the walls were gone and i was no longer walking on any stairs, but i was now hovering or floating towards