I live in the gray areas of black and white. I am your imagination. I make my home in the stars. I am not who I appear to be, can you see? I am quiet, yet not silent. My mind is loud. Longing eyes look out, but never from within. I live inside, but not alone. A light shines bright, I follow it, placing forth my life's trust. I'd rather sit in a tranquil spot with flowing waves splashing a breeze of relief. I am the night. I am not typical. I am not different. I am unique to my character.