If I could find a place to start, it'd be in the depths of my memories.
Vivid imaginative space, where there was no outside influence.
I was not afraid of the future. Victim to mislead emotions.
Learning as I took each step into shadows.
Naivety was eclipsing my reason.
If I could find a place to end, it'd be in the depths of my memories.
Broken fragments of misconceived pictures, where there was always outside influence.
Clinging onto them as the future and past were becoming the same.
Consumed by the shadows of acceptance.
Ignorance guiding my sense of awareness.
If I could find a place to be, it'd be right where I am now.
An ill