Dreamer

I was lying in wait for you, Without knowing who you are or if you would ever arrive. I have whispered wants to demons and angels alike, I have ached in the corners of dark rooms Broken and lost, I have aimlessly wandered A thousand songs of sorrow, I have desperately cried For you So tell me, where did you come from? How is it that you found me here on time To tame the beast inside of me To offer me a taste of your divinity In this space where I become sheltered by you, The only place you want to be And in this lyrical moment, we define for one another What it means to not be alone What it feels like to be home

I feel like somehow my life is on consistent repeat. We all imagine that as we grow up we change, and we leave behind a million versions of ourselves. We believe that when we change we are this totally new person, that we have somehow adopted new ways of life… but yet I always seem to find my way back here. I feel like I have a pattern, a pattern that I wish I could break, but one that I know will somehow continue on forever. Every couple months I end up back here, back to my writing, and inevitably back to reading quotes in order to feel better about my life. I want to feel like someone out there knows how I’m feeling. But the problem seems to be that I cannot for the life of me figure out how I am feeling in the first place. My intention was to find a quote to summarize my view of life. I wanted something poetic, something groundbreaking. Needless to say, I did not find that. I think the only way I ever would is if they tumbled out of these misguided fingers without purpose or pau...