Here I am yet again, in the dark corners of my mind. It seems it is the only place I can hide. I close my eyes and think, one of the only actions I can freely do. I don't quite understand why I feel this way. This aching, longing, yearning I live with. It's hard to explain, I just trust others understand how I feel. But truly it is impossible to know how a person truly feels unless you see through that persons eyes, think with their mind, and cry with their tears. People may all be similar but they are not the same. A difference is a difference, and in this day and age we can't live through someone else. Some things have no meaning, and that can be a good thing. Some things are better left under the familiar care if the unknown, rather than with the stranger that is the understood. My mind and body, are property of the unknown. The unknown is in my mind and I can't find it, this is comforting. I hold these things to be true, for it is the very nature by which I feel and think. At least that's as it seems, the rest is unknown.
