Black and Gold

I look up into the night sky

And see a thousand eyes staring back

And all around these golden beacons

I see nothing but black

I feel a way of something beyond them

I don't see what I can feel

If vision is the only validation

Then most of my life isn't real

Sometimes, I really wish to be alone, to be able to do things I want to do, be where I want to be at and be who I want to be. But there are just so many responsibilities tied on me. And I just can't speak my mind because whatever I think is often poorly received by listeners.

It's not quite possible to find an understanding soul out there. I'm happy enough to have the few accepting ones who are already in my life.