The thing is though, that not everyone wants to be found. Because when you feel like there's no way out, like there's no one out there to save you, you give in. Not because you would want to, but because there's no other choice. The more you know who you are and what you want, the less things upset you. I just don't know who I'm supposed to be, after all this time, I still have no clue. Maybe it's an everlasting search, maybe I'll never find out, maybe I just need to become stronger, wiser, bolder. Maybe, just maybe, it's right around the corner. I dash forward, like countless times before, the only difference is that now, I'm running in pitch black darkness...
Walking away from you, was the hardest thing I ever had to do...