Deep when I fell so far, I saw and wandered a world. It looked familiar- Like I've lived here all my life. But I am on the edge of insanity. In a world of blacks, whites and greys- Where light touches and goes through- Where buildings scrape the very sky- Where the sky cracks under such abuse- Where the clouds dance between the views- Where the rain falls like thick blood. In a world of rights, wrongs and nothings- Where the people walk endlessly- Where there is gravity and not- Where there are vehicles or not- Where the people are never normal and twisted- Where the people ignore that I am here with muted hues. I stand in the street. Watching the people walk. Ignoring my existance here. I am not needed. I don't wish for them to see me. I have nothing to protect myself. I could scream my fears with my heart and soul. Until I break. Until I fall. But no one will hear me for I am nothing. I could grab a stranger and beg him for help. But he will not respond for I do not exist. Despair, I feel. Nothing I do will help me. Around, I look. The people ignore me endlessly. Until I see him at the edge of insanity. He stands in the crowd, oblivious to the people. Watching. Staring. Calculating. His intense look burns inside my soul. He isn't like the others.