There is a place out there, somewhere, waiting for me. Somedays, I sit and it all comes to me. The fight within. The astonishingly thin line between dark and light. And the struggle not to stray.
Most days, I know where I stand. Then, there are other days; days where the veil is hidden and everything is exposed. I see myself as I really am. I see the dark. I see the light. But I don't see a future.
That's when I remember you, Everything you promised me. And I remember this place. Here, the struggle is not important, because you are here. I am here.