as we were

I look around, I can't place where, or how I got the marks, still painfully visible,
although, as deep and hidden, as the shadow, in the night. Nothing you can see, or touch,
but still as tangible as the change in my pocket. Overwhelmingly true and vulnerable,
though having the strength of inevitability and destiny.
I can't remember what brought me to this place, or how I can find a way back. sometimes
it seems I never left, but then again, I know better. Familiar passages, quietly obscure
and twisting their way, to an infinite wisdom. Unknown, but to the few who have passed
before. Elegant pain, pure, with only truth as a witness. Surrounded by memories that
never fade. Embraced passionately by the promise of gentle peace.
The journey, immense and intimate, one mans footsteps, uniquely chosen with each
passing moment. Led by heart, or instinct, or fate, to see and feel the world as never
before. Just a dream of illusions, perfectly random, carefully improvised, so that most
don't even notice where that path eventually leads. Wrought with a cold beauty,
indifferent, to those who tread so carefully into oblivion. Eagerly distracted from the
true nature of the journey.
Hints, confessions if you will, carefully exposed so the true nature of the beast within
remains elusive. Healing, and destructive. Lies exposing the truth. Ultimately selfish.
Diabolical in the delivery, though, unintentional. Or is it? Only words to most, rhythmic
and soothing, as the chaos within grows.Fed by confusing and contradictory emotion.
Powerful, seemingly insurmountable, and hopelessly hopeful, That, I will awaken, and
there will be only us, as we were...