So many problematic mysteries lie in my thoughts and troubled mind... In this chaos, I have seemed to lose myself over and over again, searching for a hope that maybe I may return to the self I once did behold in childlike eyes.

Among the mystical dystopia, you appear with your seraphic silhouette, standing between the clouded judgements so permanently engraved. In some august way, you merely push the insecurities aside.. beginning to fill the empty craters with a substantial love I internally crave.

How did a being so exquisite come into my anarchic living and transform the clutter into organization, I can only meander amid the wonders and wonder... I'm returned to an vast euphoria, and it stupefies me.

I am forever indebted, and now eternally curious about the complexity of how someone so foreign quickly became a person I feel strange without.