you waded threw the depths of my words, but like i assumed you sunk. the vitality of such hidden places cannot keep true love from its dwelling. honest words like love and loss remained unchanged but there was no longer room for pain. confusion has no memory and the distance i had to travel to find myself was a narrowing on a path upon an open field. i followed the light that christ had put in my heart, but i couldnt understand the translation of failure. for this i cried and ran as fast as i could into the first open arms i could find, hoping they would be yours and your embrace would be called home.