Black Coffee and Grey Stories

There is a story

I am aware of its existence

It has survived in a world I am far from

But I believe it still lives on

And the course it has taken

Arranging events into a world

I have no voice

Only my actions have made noise there

Loud enough to have weaved into a story

A story I am not the hero off

A story I cannot edit

A story where I exist as a shadow

A dark silhouette of remnants

Unreachable, cold and lost

There is a world I don’t want to belong to

But I am there as much as I am here

There is a story somewhere in this world

And I am the villain of that story.

I only hope there aren’t too many of those

Where I am the villain.  

I have nothing to prove

Nothing to clarify

Only an apology!