Saturday, February 26, 2011

You’re here, But I’m afraid to speak

Such intelligence is intimidating.
Though I wouldn’t speak at such High level in your presence,
I feel something that I haven’t felt in centuries.
Your costume used to matter.
Your costume isn’t important anymore.
I’m looking into you now.
Yes I know your color, and I know your dreams.
Insane we might say, but we are afraid.
Such is divine to all.
And it’s oblivious in your world.
Only if you knew
How your words move through me..
Slow and cold.
How your windows pierce through screens and fake masks.
I would clap louder.. but My hands would Bleed.
Then Again..
You deserve such sacrifice.

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