no name

in this small box in the large world, im in too deep it scares me, I could lose 'stuff; and it not bother my soul because i am loved but im not sure that i love this life yet. to touch my own face feels like a elusion , i am watching me, what and who are you?

what is needed is a hill, and i will feel peace in myself one day to come after which i see what i have been seeking; but thinking the mind over drive can make the appreciation of life itself disappear.

to find such balance is the journeys soul reason to stay alive.

that it was life is.