tiger69

Life ebbs and flows, passing me by as I stand between this world and the one of mine own making. Refuge I sought, not finding - so I made what I could from the shattered pieces of my soul. Here I am , a shadow figure. A mere reflection of what I may have become, of what I once was. What I thought I had lost was only hidden from view, obscured by my mind. Too young I was when I dealt in matters that only a sage should. I did not know. I was but a child. Ignorance, unfortunately, is no excuse. And now I lurk, a shadow seen by others, passed by without a glance. If there is redemption, a chance to be whole again, I cannot see it. Maybe I hide it from myself - again.