(written: February 04, 2007)

It just occurred to me. Maybe I really am lost and lonely, living in my own dark and scary world.  Why can’t I move on? Why can’t I just leave the memories and the pain from the past? Maybe because they still hurt me, maybe because I still linger to the happy memories, maybe it’s because of the truth that most of the time when I’m lost I only want one person to find me. Not to love me but to save me. Not because I’m weak but because I’m too strong to ask for him.

So come and find me…

And then let me go.