I used to believe that no matter how lost I got, how frustrated I became, I could always find my way back. Somehow I could detour my way through, retrace my steps. I could ask for help and someone would hear my voice. Mortal or immortal. Maybe you, maybe an angel, maybe lady luck. But today I am more and more lost. I'm looking for traces, for crumbs, but there are none. It's as though I'm in another world. The wind around me has changed and when I look into a mirror, I see a stranger. Did I read your lips incorrectly? Was this not the path for me? When it's dark and cold and no one there to bare witness, I hide my face in your arms and cry. I've lost hope. I won't find my way again. I'm too far gone. I will never be what I've always dreamed.