I look more at the past than to the future. Wide awake I produce more memories than desires. So lost I seem to me that you might see me roaming the streets with eyes gazing at the horizon whislt my mind will be wondering where I left myself. Here I give words, here I drain my soul, but closure seems to grow everyday, stronger, with a will to learn to move on. I've always believed that alone I'm stronger, now I'm stronger and alone I seem to be myself.