Pisaries Creator

And from the beginning, the influence was different than the rest.

When the shape reached, there was an emptiness.

The thoughts it could not share with others.

The feelings it had kept hidden within a mirror.

There were tears that never fell.

And in the middle, the darkness became stronger.

The shape could not force itself to act normally.

Its heart had not opened as those before it.

The shape did not ask for more nor did it want less.

Its feet walked over snow and did not stop once it melted.

And in the end, the source was not revealed.

Just the same in the rain, the shape kept moving.

From rock to eye and stone to nose, there is an unknown.

The sun pounded down on the top of its head.

The sky is not any color to the shape’s eye.