Find me.

I'm lost. As lost as every other soul in this world. But I don't want to fit it. I don't want to blend in the darkness and be like everyone else. I want to stay in the light, stay here until I go blind and see nothing else.

I'm lost. But I don't need anyone to save me. I am my own saviour. I'll drag myself down if I want to. I'll pull myself back up when I have to... I'll repeat my mistakes until I finally learn from them. I'll let bruises form over healed wounds, until there's no more room left... until I really have to find myself in my own mess.

I'm lost. I can't seem to find the answers to any of my questions. I keep running back to where I left off. I can't seem to find balance, something always topples me off  to the edge. Reason always seems to question my sanity. Reason never makes sense.

I'm lost. I am not sure why I'm here for. I find it hard to believe in my own words. I only seem to embrace all the lies. I am constantly running after something real. And I am always left with the hollow centers of cold air.

And I'm lost. But I'll go out my usual way just to go find you. Just to find the other half that will keep the perfect concept in my mind whole.