Shademan's blog: "Randomly yours"

....When you're small, you care nothing at all. Minutes can seem hours, you're climbing impossible towers. Slowly.. like the cigarette burn, now clocks say it's your turn. You have run oh so fast, yet looking ahead it's only the past. As the tree in summer you stand tall, yet inside leaves begin to fall. Your mind constantly scours, searching youth's squandered powers. All their advice you did spurn, you seek it now to avoid the urn. No turning back you begin to cry, wondering why am I...

You know those times when you are surrounded by people, but in truth you're alone? Cool,no? Just like The Shadow, lurking somewhere in the dark. You can see, hear, even touch them with no change. They look at you and never see, just a physical doppelganger, the mask. A bad thing? No. Good they just look and say to themselves: "Hot" or "Not". Keeps them a safe distance, not your safety..theirs. Some creep in to discover what lies below the guise, for curiosities sake. Advise against this I do, if you like the mask you see. None of us reveals our entire "me". As there is darkness and light without, so it is within us all. A question I pose to you, be it you I see: If we never say hello..do I have to say goodbye?