Nothing comes from Nothing

Nothing comes from nothing.

This blog comes from me. Why? Good question. This is the blog I made for the creature of the night. It's the part of me that nearly never sees the light of day.

This blog helps these thoughts show in the daylight. While the mask slips back on and the questions repressed, this stays here. A waving flag on the top of the cliff

Though I stay hidden it screams

"I am here"

I didn't think that this side of me existed. But it became obvious after too long. A cheery joker in the day. Yes that's me, If I am not smiling something must be wrong.

Well. That isn't really me
That person is Thunderbird. I am not her.

I guess it would be best to call me Anaz (AH-naz) Similar to Anasazi the group of people who live along to cliffs.

I should try my best to explain my metaphoric cliff. This may get you no where, but it's a start

Up Here on my Cliff, I see Everyone but Myself

Up here on my cliff

It’s cold

High up

I see everyone but myself

That’s absurd

The view here is blurred

I can’t really see

I’m not truly free

I want to know me

But I don’t want to see

It could be wrong

Maybe I misheard the song

And most of all

The fear of a fall

The fortress collapsing in a mound

But never makes a sound

I came here to be free

I came here to know me

If only this cliff were that easy

If only this cliff weren’t so breezy

Yet in a twisted way

I understand everything that I say

And through those words

I know I

I can’t even begin to explain why.

Even though what I learn

Could be not true

I’ll still come here

If only for the view