I'm here again, a place where I have rest my trails, prints of tears, echos of sighs.

A common place. Serene with memories of the past, images of her, me and I.

Ever so blind, shallow cuts deepened by the trickling, drops of sorrow. Alone, distant in darkness.

Embracing all of me, crawling into me, my lost spirit. Takes all of me from the spine towards centre of my neck, into my mind.

Linking the damaged path to my heart. Reviving the concious. For I have lived unconciously for so long.

To here I shall return. My common place, ever so common. Yet changed by who I am now. I return back here, now.

The present day.