… but I am trying to find my way back.

I found somewhere. A place that was free. That was wondrous. That was peaceful and invigorating. A place where things come alive.

Such a place, it was.

What a place it was.

I am trying to find my way back. The Spirit has been damaged too deep, but you must move on. Must keep going, keep searching. I will find my way back, at the end of the road. I will come back home.

I am tired, and torn. I just need to rest. And then tomorrow I will pick up my shield once more.

Like a drug, keep moving. Like a drug, keep chasing.

Nothing else can compare. Nothing else will do. So sweetly it taints the rest.

I am lost.

But I am trying to find my way back.

-MM-