Smiles are the things that play across my face a lot lately.
I find the piece of happiness that I was looking for for so long,
yet on the inside there is a inner emptiness that I still can't seem to fill,
Everything is slowly coming into place that I have wanted for so long but what is this?...
I .... I am at a loss for words... but the words in my head just won't stop flowing through...
I in the final stretch of where I always wanted and now it seems someone is trying to stop that at every turn...
It figure this would happen... It's me of course.
This thing that follows me where I go.
It hides in the darkness...
It has my scent... and I don't know where from...
It knows me but I do not know it...
This tall male figure with the eyes that could see through this endless soul that has survived for so long...
The eyes you could stare into and time would disappear...
Why do they haunt me when I am this close?...
I stand this time stuck in the winds of the time..
I am tortured by these things going on...
Yet I am so untortured my soul starts to feel at ease...
The smiles that continiously play on my face are not fake...
Everything you see of me is real...
I am me again.
But I deal with the double edge sword of this untortured torture.
