The Outsider

       Looking down from above, I blatantly watch; admiring the resounding cries of laughter - gleeful, yet naive, it fills my heart with warmth; colours that are inexplicably wondrous, filled to the brim with compassion and excitement.  

       I, however, have been stuck with an unfortunately despairing fate. Destined to keep on guard; day by night, constantly in awe of the blurred silhouettes - clambering up trees, recklessly fighting against gravity. 

      Somehow, i have begun to take a particularly strong interest in their peculiar smiles - often, i will be able to distinguish the most gleeful grins, almost as if i am witnessing the most obscure, and fundamentally bewildering aspect of the natural world.

      This is why i cry.

       Craving the attention of the creatures that ignorantly roam around the hardened clay, and rock, isolated by the surrounding luscious water, I begin to question the fact that I, somehow, have little knowledge behind the reasoning in how it had come into existence. 

        Darkness - 

It is my only companion.

        However, it can not see the torment, and hatred i receive, from the underlings that inhabit that bare planet. 

        It is the only glimpse of light, rekindling my burning compassion, as it shines through, like the angelic rays of the heavens; the gate to the epitome of life, and my existence.