I am but the shadow of a breath, calm and purposeful against the night air. Heeding a unknown tide that ebbs against the limits of perception. Like a stone which has been contorted to depict life yet remains holly with the silence of the dead that never lived. In this manner have i come to know you, without ever asking for your name. You give and I take without remorse until i am aware of the end of your kindness and shamefully do I throw myself at your feet and beg for more and silently, you deny me all, having given me everything. I seal myself away in what could never have been, in between breaths which were never given.