From Violent Winds

My right eye moves along soundwaves, while my left eye moves depending on electromagnetic waves.

My race? I wish I knew better.

Like this ant crawling through my right arm, I just move according to my body's will; understanding my existence is a lifelong journey, as everyone else's too.

I'm not sure how I learned this language too. I don't remember anymore. What I do know is that I have a favorite habit, that is, riding through clouds.

I hope other creatures won't mistake me from King Kong. I am not that one. Im something metallic.

And I don't ride golden clouds, I prefer the spongey, cottoney, thick silver clouds. Why? Because it reflects the same color as my skin. There are creatures that look like me as well, and I heard they're humans.

Some of them dress like me, other's dont. And everytime I feel like I'm alone, I go to them anf join their affairs.