I am the opening sentence of a book, never finished. I am the blank space between words. I am the silence in your room at night. I am the voice you hear in your head. I am the one you have been warned about. I am the thing that lurks in the dark. I am the light cast down by the moon. I am your secret fetish, your unveiled fantasy. I am the thing which is hidden. I am the parchment on which you have written. I am the song that you cannot stop singing. I am all of the languages you will never learn. I am the cruelty in kindness, the beauty in despair. I am the order in the chaos, the chaos in the structure. I am the pattern in the numbers. I am the answer to the equation. I am the one who can do it, but never will. I am the memory, faded but not forgotten. I am the word, uttered but never written. I am the flesh stretched over the bone. I am the wood which holds up the house. I am the touch that is never received. I am the seasons, endlessly shifting. I am the ice of the fire, the chill of the flame. I am the water flowing in reverse. I am the life in the eyes of a newborn. I am the vacant gaze of a corpse. I am the calm in the eye of the storm. I am the storm in the eye of the night. I am the mirror which never reflects. I am the dream undreamt. I am the tear the refuses to fall. I am the marriage of beauty and pain dragged gently across the edge of a golden razor. I am the sound that a cello makes when it dies. I am the saddest boy in the world. I am all of the books that will never be written, all of the songs that will never be sung. I am the colour you cannot see. I am the thing you cannot say. I am the time which cannot be recorded. I am black and white, left and right, good and ungood. I am light and dark, truth and farce, known and unknown. I am if, and or but. I am everything. I am nothing. I am the distant whisper, calling from beyond the trees. I am the gentle fingers, reaching out from another place. I am I am the secret space between love and desire, painted upon the unknowable canvas of dreams. I am quite tired of typing.
