Where is the place inside myself that i knew I always had? Where strength came in the form of a lion and my compassion as soft as the wool of a lamb. Where can I find the patience in understanding the ways of man who's rules ever changing like the shifting of sand. Sand exposed to heat creates the glass beneath my feet. Which I would shatter to walk along the bloodiest road just for you and that smile. Waking up once again to the sound of blaring horns and static thunder of which there is no match. The voice inside begs to run, not away out of fear . . . But towards, forward unto the light until the truth. . Is set and seen. Gazed upon with my own eyes. No not the ones in my skull placed under that piece of anatomy that makes me doubt the things that my soul knows is true,but instead the eyes of my heart. The eyes that see and feel each and every tear streaming down my face in a gentle embrace of my sun chapped skin. Torn and dirty from this journey into faith. These aren't shed because of you but for you. For the love we shared the time we spent and how I still long for the connection that's still there . . . But this time its different, more trust less angst. More laughter less sadness . . . . . . . . . . And so begins the story of me and my old friend.