We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Hide and Seek

When your eyes are closed, what do you search for?
When you're encased in darkness, what are your eyes yearning for?
In the absence of light, what do your eyes seek?
When stars take the place of rays, where do your eyes wonder?
When there's nothing to help you find the pupils of your eyes, where do you look?
Can you tell me? Where do you begin to seek, when all you do is hide?
What do you do when the darkness stems from within you to where your ribs are decayed? Where your tears are ebony ink and your breathes are black ash lit to last and burn at the same time? When your finger tips paint charcoal as it's identification and your sight has no silver lining but a film of gray clouds and lightning storms? What do you search, seek, wonder, yearn, look for when the darkness that surrounds you, is you?
Can you tell me? Where do I begin to seek, when all I do is hide?