The sun is no friend of mine. My favorite days are those when the sky is gray. Will you walk with me then? Through the damp grass, possible mud, viewing the world in a state of in between? I doubt you would.

Friends mean a lot to me. Is that why I don't have many? Are you worth dying for? I doubt you would die for me.

I see beyond what sight can offer, I peer into souls. I can view the masses, and I will seek the individual. Are you going to be different than the rest? I doubt you have the strength.

My spirit is that of a fighter. I will fight for my beliefs, friends, and family. I may have doubts, but they are not with me; they are with the people of this world.

Am I miserable then? Lonely? Perhaps sometimes, but I have dreams, goals and scars that keep me alive and real. I have a few close friends that can still my worrisome heart and grant me the color of gray, which is all I need.

That's all I ask for, gray, anything more is magical. Most of this world can't accomplish even gray. It's people are selfish, and cruel. I have no interest in that.

I think I can be a hypocrite, which is more than you can admit.

So why would I dedicate this script for you? Who are you? What do you want from me? What do I want from you? Will you prove me wrong? Will you prove me right? I took the first step, will you take the next?

There is much more to me than could ever possibly be written, and I hope the same can be said for you.