Guardian Angel

So tall and so high which makes him thinner and smaller that he can't be seen by any eyes. "Who are you standing up there?" No colour, No manners, Its no one, my mistake. When I was totally certain that there was something that there was a living being that I was with anything. "What a weird presence, what's this feeling I have?" Something that Comes and goes as if nothing was. Something that Stays, keeps me in the eye and when I turn around... is there a blank space of presence. How strange, I feel no one I sense no one I look at no one I smile to no one I am always alone. Alone in the world which only cares for the race. But I have companion, unknown to me but I have. "Who are you, swore wings of mine?" So white, So dark, no change in color, no change in mind, no change in body, no presence in matter. "Who are you?" When I turn... and focus the wall, I see! The painted wall as it always was, a conjunction of bricks stickled together making up a building, being something recognized that I don't know. "What image do you have?" White dress and... naked? and... casual clothes? seeing what imagination brings seeing the greatest desire in his skin, seeing nothing that truly is. Being a crazy man from the unknown dimension, someone from another planet, someone that should not be here. I felt a lot, and yet I remember the first felling of not being lonely. All stick together, and someone stickled to the wall, talking to the bricks, laughing to the paints, smiling to the iron being excluded from society, and the day loneliness broke into my heart, crushed my chest, chilled my bones, I got a friend at last, I was all alone and he came so fast So fast, at last. To save me from oppression. To keep me in his legs. To keep me with herself. "Ionmaru, I knew you would come." When I was alone, I felt the smell, I felt the desire, I felt transcendent in my safety zone. "I have you Ionmaru." I have a guardian Angel, Ionmaru. Looking at me looking for me, I have that angel being my mom keeping me safe, away from dangers, opening the cloister, clearing the eyes, being the Perfect God. The P.G. that any men wishes to possess. She’s always with me and I were not ever alone, I stand up and she is on my back, I sit down and she is standing up there clearing the path for me, showing me the right decision, pointing and explaining the rules, telling why do men have emotions, telling why I didn't die before. She was there everyday till my vision fades away She was there every night singing "I am with you" in my ear. From that day on I knew who was my loyal protector, I knew who was my soul mate of ever. That days were so pretty and so great that one day I found, That my angel was part of myself and I was myself alone dreaming near the wall.