Me?
Am I a soul eternally sad? God of tears, maker of blue? Did the universe rain and flood with disdain? Leave me stained, water-colored in shame? Do my tears cascade into the desert part of my heart, only to lose their vision and dry up? Am I the weakest branch of a lifeless tree? An ungrown seed, a mud-stuck leaf? Is the mirror truthful, is this what I see? Is the sullen man staring back really me? (From the book Kairos )