Architect of the Unknown.

I often dream of painting...the dark masked soldier behind the setting sun...a self portrait...of a time when I learned how to live...before that it was just training and sleeping...never let out of my quarters...just...long years with others like me..but not like me...in other dreams I am young child sitting in the grass...just sketching a tree in the distance....others...myself gazing into a river...just to try to catch my reflection...I never knew what I looked like...the times feel ancient....and have never known anything else....the cold in my heart....the calm in my stomach...my mind focused only on the task at hand...and when I wake..I write of what I saw in those dreams....the sky on fire....the grass swaying in the breeze.....the darkness...I really do want to be that person....who could not write..but could paint.....