I search for who I am; painstaking and real.
Like searching for a grain of sand in a
desert so vast.
I strive to achieve that which cannot be seen;
a raindrop in a lake of raindrops.
Chaos and insanity; powerlessness beyond my
control.
Searching for that snowflake in the storm
that never ends.
And yet, my storm is abating.
If my life was an avalanche, it was destroying
and killing everything in its path.
All things that were beautiful...all things
that were real.
But the avalanche must end.
Now I spend time searching for the pieces of my
life that were lost;
Putting them in a puzzle that may never be
finished.
But many pieces don't fit and in time many new
pieces must be created.
Time... That which we have so much of and yet
so very little.
Time is precious...priceless.
Time is of the essence and I've got time.
An entire new lifetime of time.