In me lies a thing. Something indescribable. It changes forms quite easily, creating chaos with the uncertainty it brings. It’s dark and heavy and like a rain cloud that is unable to burst. It follows me and only me all around. It predicts my every move, gesture, emotion, thought. It is the I, I seem to escape. Its weightless and fluffy, soft and sweet. It elevates and penetrates the darkness within my soul. It cannot be touched. It will not be moved. It heightens my joyousness, it adds to my fears. It puts me in the extremity of my powerful emotions and me.
