I require someone to guide and lead.

I wonder how many more there are until I’m at my bones.

I’ve shed yet another layer.

It doesn’t matter now, anyway. I’ll learn to recover.

It’s there, I feel its presence. But I don’t embody it.

To speak of what is.

Mostly to ramble about whatever I can, though there are moments I simply come to speak.

I wonder what I come on here for.

Then, and only then, will I die.

Until I find that missing piece.