His footsteps are like thunder

He only knows that

He never saw it’s owner, but always heard the deep raspy voice that came out of his lungs whenever he talked

The dark that engulfed him never bothered him, because he never knew what is light

He doesn’t really feel like knowing

But, with every tick of the clock he is wondering and with every tock he is wondering, what does he look like?!

Though he never knew what looks looked like