• I found myself looking. Trying to find a place inside of my own heart where I could find me. I can't remember when I became lost, or even why, but I did. There's a part of me, that feels plastic, hollow. There's a part that's missing. But also a part that is full. I found myself looking. Searching for that place in which I stop being afraid. The place that I am truly happy in. Company is bittersweet. You crave it when you don't have it, but hate it when you do. What then? Do you have to choose between friends and lonliness? Staying in this never-ending rut of hate and lies, of hope and passion, I found that not only was my heart in pieces, my soul was as well. I have been crushed and beaten. I have walked the lonely path of life that no creature would ever voluntarily go. But I have also been the epitome of happiness. The smallest things, sun shining through a crack in the wall, a breeze, make you happy. Can not someone ever feel like that all of the time? I found myself looking. Looking for what I do not always know. I found my heart looking. Searching for the thing that will fill it's plastic, empty void. I found my soul looking. Trying so desperately to find the thing that will make it, me, happy. I have been buried. Covered by this dark blanket, with no idea how to get out. It's taking time, but I am so close to the surface I can feel the warm air and the sunshine. There's someone else there, on the outside. "Grab my hand," they say. "Grab my hand." I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain. I found myself looking.
    And I found you.