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I lost him in my youth. No longer did
I believe in miracles, and no longer would a search for a dark and secret voice in the shadows of my room before I fell asleep each night ignite.
I lost him when I realized that I never felt he was truly there. I lost him along with my hopes, faith, and dreams at such a young age... and the world became a very ugly place. I lost him and sleep never felt quite the same.
I lost him so long ago, but my tireless search continues. I lost him with a huge sigh and sad, quiet, little tears.
I still look for him in the evening sky.