among the dry leaves and ghosts,
I searched, hoping to find myself,
I looked in the darkest pits, searched through my lost memories,
I fought with the world and bore its blows
In the midst of the fighting I won,
I found most of me but then got lost,
Staggering through the thick lies I listened only to my friend,
The rough ground found my knees but never for long.
Now I’m back home,
cleaning up my wounds as I try to find the rest of me.