I found myself chipping paint of white buildings, revealing old concrete slowly but surely falling apart. I found myself loosing a piece of what weight that held me down, from flying off to some distant world. I found myself dedicating my moves and progress to one day reuniting, yet I know it will never happen. I found myself hating myself with my head between my knees wishing for a restart button. I found myself fighting with my memories and talent for being bitter. I found myself smoking a pack of reds listening to the stones sing your song, as if It were yesterday, and we were just getting over a fit. I found myself loving you over and over again with each utterance of "I may never". I found myself waking up in a cold swet, reliving nightmares that only seeks to remind me of what I can not have or what I never had to begin with. I find too much of myself in reference to these old yet young bones, easing to only save me briefly. I found my future wrapped and secured tightly to bags and suitcases boarding some plane to an off city. Where we first fostered our children and dreams. Do you see, can you carve a whole through the fog. Yes I find myself lost, indeed lost in a bloody revolution. Setting paces and steps to the challenge. Yet I shall remain with this thought in the utterance. I shall never stop loving, yet I may forget my old self.