Genesis

Hey, you're not here and I'm floating atop the wishing well seeking conviction from anyone who's ever looked me in my eyes and wondered...who are you? It was you all the time, since conception, that gave me an identity to just be. I did not need approval or recognition to be...to exist. Now, you have gone and I'm looking into these waters, and nothing looks back at me. I am void and without shape hovering the waters in total darkness. I feel I have made my escape. Only, I don't know where I've gone or where you've gone. I don't know what or who I am or what or who you were. Like a pearl snatched from the lips of oysters, lightning firing away from the clouds, and dug up diamonds from under caves, I am free.