Every time I search myself, I find someone I've never met.
All these faces are strangers and stranger, yet it feels like we've met.
I wish you could see you through my eyes. All the beauty in the world and the determination and yet so lost.
All the signs and tools right there for your salvation and you beckon damnation.
My trials pelt me like a hailstorm. I guess I am hard-headed.
No one ever said perfection was not attainable. It leaves me ever as volatile as the hail pouring down in the middle of this self indulged desert. I trudge every day, varying my seclusion with each degree of fading reason. Reason to even care or hold on or to keep moving have all but vanished. As do the elements of this story and we're left with more questions and lots of worry, but if you think you are lost in this. Then, find and tame your inner demons. Never kill them, hug them, and heal them. They are just as lost as you.