I am strange.
I do not deny that.

When I look up towards the night sky
I see not simply stars
I see another life.
Another time.
Through the eyes
of someone I do not know.

I see crystal shards of tears
frozen like a memory torn from my hands
Destroyed before me
is a looking glass.
A time in which I will never know.

In my dreams
I hear their whispers
Between green trees twisting and turning
leading me down a path
of emblazoned fear.

Dirt scratches between my toes
a smooth silk touched with scathing spurs
drawing blood with each step.

I wish to run
but the pain is too much.

As if jerked back from a nightmare
I awaken
knowing of a life
I once lived.

-Silence-
Falls over me
Like the comfort of a heavy rain
pouring down
enveloping my very being.

I am strange.
I do not deny it.

I will live a legend
and die unknown.