running, through the darkness, heart beating fast, deep breaths of despair, leaning over to catch breath, panting. I look up, noticing something. feeling my skin crawl with the shivers of goosebumps, and the sorrow of the unforgiving. wondering why, I turn and look, there is something there once again a shadow, innocent, sweet, but concerning. as it approaches, i outstretch my hand, uniting with the mysterious one. we touch, and i understand, that it is my soul, wandering. only half though, as the other has yet to be found. when pain, turns to sorrow, which in-turn turns to strife, is when you will understand, that, my love, cannot be tampere