this is me.

What happens when you search for something you do not believe exists. Something you do not have faith in; something that you find to be a tale for the ignorant and gullible. This is me. I search, and with no avail my belief manifests. However, I dream of you; I see your face. Your beauty transcends time and space. Your kisses give breathe to this life. I painfully proceed, pretending it might be true. I wistfully wander rivers of tears only to be left reconsidering my actions. Pain, sorrow, regret, and reflection. This is my sequence, sullen and sorry. This is me.