But what if... what if that�s not enough. What if despite all I�ve done, all I�ve worked for is forgotten, then and only then am I in fact dead, for if no one remembers, did I in fact ever exist? And what about the knowledge I gain, is it not too worthless if I do not pass it on? What if I want to be seen, go into the sunlight and say, �Hey, I�m here!� Would anyone notice, after all I�ve gone unnoticed so far, what now would make them look to me? And life, is it not waisted unless I have someone to share it with, someone to relate to, for without one eye, you cannot fully see what lies in front of you.
In the shadows I move, unseen by all. Even when I try to make contact with the light, it burns me. Long have I been in the dark, long enough that anything more than a moment in the sun and my skin burns, leaving wounds permanent and painful. Will they heal? Or will they forever be reminders, taunting me of that which I can never have because of choices I�ve made? With this pain, my resolve becomes stronger, the darkness growing, and I become more reclusive, for even thinking of the pain of light is too great. And with this pain there are none who will comfort me, and because of this I will never let them see me bleed, never let them see my anguish for that would be weakness and the lame goat is always the first to die. So from the shadows I watch, far away, yet ever vigilant of those I�ve come to care about. I�ve found a new cause, no longer will I use my abilities to harm, but to protect. For without this cause I have nothing. Maybe this will lead me into the light, but it may also lead to more pain. As the light draws near I cover my eyes. For once I know not what lies ahead, my trust lies in those leading me. Here goes nothing...
by B.F.