It's Like I Have Been From Death to Life, to Death to Life...

There are time's when we come to cross another's path. If the trail is fresh, maybe you can still smell their scent, see the tracks left behind. Sometimes I feel like I'm a child in the woods, with a lot of other children. We are all trying to make different paths, and find and be found. I am one of the ones who does not to be found. Yet I like to find others who share the same sentiment. I look in the hard-to-reach places, where most people wouldn't like to look; and I stay away from those who stomp loudly and talk incessantly.

I remember staying up late some nights thinking about the future, like an old man may think about the past. It's hazy and far away but I could have sworn it happened. There in the front of my mind there is a tunnel, and on all sides the haze of reality keeps it in focus. I step out into the unknown and slowly I regret it. I have spent my entire life staying clear of it all. Yet the pull becomes stronger and stronger. Quicksand.

The next time I wake up I find myself asleep. I'm am fighting so hard to keep this dream alive because I need it. I need You to make sense and so I need, I need, I need. There is nothing left. I am nothing left. So I go to the right, I go to the light and I see myself and I am more than I remember. I have definition, I have purpose. You gave it to me all these times ago but I lost it in my own fear. I thought maybe it wasn't real. I knew it wasn't. But you are to know. So what I knew was of no consequence to what is.