"...wondering what went wrong"
To burn the bridges connecting the present to the past. Never have the words not escaped me, but today my own flesh has betrayed me. My thoughts are not my own. Looking at myself, I am not familiar. It's almost calming, like meeting someone new. I do not know you, you do not know me. Do I want to know you? My attention to detail is becoming my downfall. Slight changes in the motion of the air, the sound of the trees, the evenness of her voice. Isolation of self and mind. I ramble on about nothing and everything wishing the words that come to mind would spell out something different. And those around me are diminishing in character, their light slowly dimming their hearts being blacked again by the disgust, bigotry and mistrust surrounding us. I was once told that dark is powerful, demanding. A presence unlike any other. I see light as the exact opposite; it fights for the ground it walks on. So how are we to find the light in the darkest of nights? What are we to do when our flashlight turns off? In search for the button to restore the light, I find myself walking deeper into the darkness. I sacrifice comfort to gain knowledge. Knowledge of self. But as I wait for the rain to come in this barren desert, I become discouraged. Thou hast been forsaken and as I look beg for a sign of hope, of anything really, I feel a drop hit my face. She is that drop.
Oh, who am I you ask? Whoever I want to be.
