A Poem

I am in transition.

The final gate on the fabric of time.

Stuck between threads of unkept promises and betrayed friendships.

Offspring of two that should not have met.Opposites.

Moving quickly in slow motion.

A sun in a dark sky.

Unique, capricious in my power.

An orchestra of thoughts and emotions.

Dead to the living, living in a world of misfits.

I am not held by time, I am limitless stretching across millions of stars.

Unseen, Unheard.

Untouchable.

A nagging feeling of pain and happiness.

Sweet and sour.

I am Masomenos.

The fission between happiness and sadness.

The opposite of fate.

I am not copying Ava, we both were the creators of Masomenos the character thing.