Unabashed Confusion Ii -Who Am I?

Who am I? A bleary image through rain streaked windows, a wish devoid of substance – lost on dandelion breezes – a sigh in the ears of the deaf. I crack my lips with unspoken questions and declarations. I am complete stillness, for once silent. I am the thirty pieces of silver, enclosed in frayed betrayal, sitting coarse beside ten-thousand glittering bricks of solid gold. Still I call to you, through wreathes of inferiority – still I reach for you, through misty veils and storms – still I plead with you, rosy with hope and unabashed in confusion.