Running from my past that happens to be my future. There he is standing right in front of me and is everything that I love dearly and yet why does the other side seem so empty. Have I said too much or maybe its my touch. Instead of my touch being soft and comforting, its itchy and annoying. I sit with a cut in half soul and today he is the tin man, for he is hallow and needs to find his heart. Because his heart is what warms him and is what puts my soul back together.