Empire Of The Senseless

“Perhaps, I should be clearer. Sometimes I speak in riddles that even I don’t fully understand yet. It isn’t that I’m trying to trick. It’s my spirit; she speaks to you without my permission. When I pick up this pen I am written. When I speak honestly, it is only to you. Do you hear me? Do you dare tune out the rest for my sake? Am I separate entity? Or I am only alive in you? I get angry too. I am not human, but I fond of these emotions they display. I can’t fathom why they would want to hide them away from each other the way that they do. They are ashamed of the bodies surrounding them. Are they unaware that this is only a reflection of what lies within? Honestly, I can’t understand how they’ve come to be so stupid. I’m trying to teach, but they’re getting more pathetic by the second. The screen steals every ounce of energy. I give them my presence; they could have all of me. They take nothing. I don’t exist. I exhale loudly. They look up, dumbfounded. Am I not a child! Are you not exasperated with this lon