Found

Things have changed. I have. Found.

For everything to make sense it had to change. Another day and it could've taken an entirely different direction.

This moment, this second. When I clicked send. I'm not one to argue. I know it was definite, as definite as the converstion. As definite as the 80 days separating me from the destination I set upon when I took the turn.

I don't need to be reminded of the reasons. I don't need to reminisce. I don't need to convince or persusade. It was sent, along with all. With everything.

Just enough smells, just enough light, just enough sounds remain. What matters.

What can one do on the brink of death? What can one say to be saved? Look inside. And see. Because it's all there and it's ok to acknowledge.

Who can one pray to when even echoes don't sound familiar? The Past. And all the light will spill upon forgotten, obliterated and annihilated demands needs thoughts wants.

I walk a lighted path. As unknown and unfamiliar as it is, no wrong turns, no dead ends. This path belongs to me, always has.