The Nameless

Sometimes there's no reason to feel loss, or pain, or sorrow. Sometimes we don't even know what it is we're missing. We just feel some deep formless melancholy – a feeling that there’s something; or someone that’s just not there when they should be. This scribble and verse epitomizes just that; the Nameless that we mourn for…without knowing why. We seek it without knowing. It seeks us blindly. If we don’t find each other in time, we are lost.

Of course, my version of the Nameless would have black wings. Yes, he does have a name. But that is a secret that I will be keeping.