May be I’m just insecure… may be I have disappeared. My days were not meant to last, and as far as I've seen and heard I was suppose to make no difference. But hate is no option for me; instead I have chosen the slower path, certainly I owe more than this. Many people believe that accidents do happen... and I'm convinced that many things do, but I refuse to be one of them (no sense or purpose you will find if you don’t understand this). I search for comfort and I find it where I’ve found it many times before… times before will be forgotten.
Don’t you worry fearful me… hope is on the way, just push this button in case anything happens. Throw away those heavy memories… but don’t go anywhere without me.
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