I walk alone, searching endlessly for the day everything would be ok. The day my memories wouldn't be those of a sketch in a tattered notebook in an empty locker. Hoping my agony would find a light to brighten my heart eternal. Waking up to the torments of the day that never came cuts me on the inside, feeling the crimson leak out of my skin and into the words i write. The words of passion and uplifting light that guides me through my life and on into the next. I will live on and keep searching until my last breath leaves and my memories fade away. I will find the day that never came.