January 5, 2013
You are a yellow mass of blur that moves in front of me. There is sound coming out of you and it soothes my ears, makes me feel safe, but it also tells me of coming rain, that there is a chance polar bears won't make it, that maybe ants aren't that strong after all. You are both light and dark, and it is not your fault. Who says if something is one's fault? If you cause harm does it mean that you meant for it to happen? You do not know. You do not know. You do not know;.