I keep having these dreams like I am somewhere else; another location completely. Different people and different faces, I was running their races, trying to keep their paces. And I realized that this was not me, and I woke myself from revery. And in noble attempt to balance the equation, I fell through the cracks; adrift in frustration. Dreaming, or reality? Which person am I or will I be?
My dream takes me.
Where have you been this whole time?
I pulled myself apart, fighting a broken heart.
Where have you been all along?
My strength failed me, seeking serenity.
Where were you when I needed you?
Here, there, and everywhere around me, your love surrounds me. Your love is strong, your love is a song, your love reminds me of where I thought I should be. And in every little thing and in every situation, I find you, loving me so desperately. Every final solution and every leaf on a tree: beauty, beauty, beauty. Your creation and love for the human heart amazes me. I could write you endlessly.
With a final cry and one last try, I give all I have to you. One year of my life in your hands. Home, in your hands. My heart, in your hands. Take it. Replace it. Mold me, and secure me. In your arms, I am home. In your arms, I have peace. In your arms,
I find me.
- Michael Stephen
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