What am I?

What am I?

Ego is a mere wanderer walking amidst the grayish horizon in search of forms to fantasize with, while accompanied with his self absurdly questioned existence, a journey waiting for its remote destination, a star underneath a green meadow and its flourishing flowers, a romantic spirit perusing a never ending script, a renegade angel striving between the darkness or a undemanding ghost floating in the deepest watermarked picture, a passenger waiting for his exit stop, a moment of time which materialized its own feelings, a painter drawing at the light of a candle, a paled shadow chasing the early dawn, ether scattered consolidating the universal’s plenitude, the harmony within the loudest of storms, Universe's difference different in every way… but equal still the same, a treasure mislaid in a dust filled corner of a languid mind, a prisoner within his self made empty box, the most brilliant thought captured in micro seconds and lost for a lifetime, a soft wave reflecting a cerulean color, a balanced specter coexisting between light and darkness, a premature mind followed by its own destiny, a crystal heart figuring in a pristine chest, a child bleeding through aphonic gestures, a long ago forgotten wish due to auto indolence, a shimmering reflection enhanced shortly by a lingered daylight, a grim coffin whose gap opened before its creation, a candid dream weaver deciphering the costs of reality, a single putted out candlestick…I feel so unique, in the middle of millions of other Egos.

N. Ego
by joel nachio