"Reflections on a Life, Love, and Lost Identity"

Here we go again.

This endless repetition, the

Cycle that we are so fond

Of, our lives spinning

Out of control one set of

Twentyfour at a time.

I wish, sometimes, we can dare

To let go, to explore and sit

Back, the days and nights spinning

Endlessly out before us in the

Glorious quilt of existence, of

Innocence, of experience, and

Love. Sometimes, I wish we

Could just try to forget about

The past and the future, allowing

The present to smother us in a

Blanket of warmth and belonging;

That way, no one could be lost or

Forgotten, abandoned,

Or drowned.