it's all about the right question...

just poured quite heavily. the sweet smell of the fresh rain snatches me from the living moment -- i find myself wandering into the dark, unforgiving alley ways of the past, a scary truth once lived with passion and joy. it all appears so close and familiar -- so wild and childish -- and yet it is only a memory, intangible and lost.

torn between the easily permeable membrane of this past, and sporadically thrown into flashes of the future, i seem to chase a dream which belongs to no present. an overwhelming paralysis. yet a thirst for the unknown, something new, exciting and challenging -- can i ever satiate this disturbing desire?! im left with only questions - the hazy road in front of me, blinds the erstwhile powerful vision.

to re-ignite that passion. be stubborn.

seek, but will i find.