The House of Cam

I sought myself in a world full of nothingness. People surround me but yet they do not exist in something so pure. The mind and the soul somewhat leave me in the beginning of wanting to be someone I am not. I am not there. I am not here. I only exist in people's minds at a given state of being. What you see is not necessarily what you get with me. I speak in tongue of a long lost thought, lost in my own world of emptiness. The fragile ways of people shun to the thought that someone might be ahead of them in some sort of manner or nature. I do not exist on that plane of thought.

I transcend only to be someone that I do not wish to be......

the puppet