Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However,

We All Get Lost Once In A While, Sometimes By Choice, Sometimes Due To Forces Beyond Our Control. When We Learn What It Is Our Soul Needs To Learn, The Path Presents Itself. Sometimes We See The Way Out But Wander Further And Deeper Despite Ourselves; The Fear, The Anger Or The Sadness Preventing Us Returning. Sometimes We Prefer To Be Lost And Wandering, Sometimes It's Easier. Sometimes We Find Our Own Way Out. But Regardless, Always, We Are Found.

Life... It's A Great And Terrible And Short And Endless Thing. None Of Us Come Out Of It Alive.

Sometimes, People Can Go Missing Right Before Our Very Eyes.sometimes, People Can Discover You, Even Though They've Been Looking At You The Entire Time. Sometimes, We Lose Sight Of Ourselves When We're Not Paying Enough Attention.

I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.

There Is No Advice That I Can Give You, You Will Just Have To Trust Yourself That When The Time Comes, You'll Make The Right Decision.