I look,
I search.
I try to find,
find it.

I try to find it,
it is hidden, I can't reach it.

I used to have it, but as I look back to old times,
I realize I don't really need it that much anymore.

I still have some of it,
it has changed, gone through transformation.

What once was, is now, weaved in trust.
It is not easy to admit - I trust it. Trust you. Trust this feeling.

I can still have my freedom.
Unknown "Harha" Sparkling - 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago