Getting back
I look around and see so many I love so many I would give my life for. I should feel happy, content, but deep down I feel I need to search more, inside my soul, till I find a way back to me. So I start my trip as those who feel the need to return to the place where they once bled... where they once wept and I know I must do this, I must find what I seek even though I don't know exactly what that is. I do know that just as a drift wood inexorably ends up at a shore, I somehow will eventually come... Sign in to see full entry.