Sometimes I wonder if anyone can see me... or if they have become just as desenstized as I.
I sit here, my mind wandering through passages I've revisited repeatedly... when can I break the cycle and become once again what I've always known I have the potential to become?
Nothing lasts, everything fades.
And yet the pain persists.
If I needed you to find me, would you?
Find me. Leaving things unfinished is never good.
Let's finish this.