The search

How can he be nameless but branded still?

Hope burrows under my skin and festers, refuses to leave me in my misery. Oh, your words don't hurt much anymore. I've traded this love for something greater but with the fluidity of the market, who knows how long it'll last.

I have seen Truth and turned my head away. I've loved falsehood for these 20 years, a sickening affection. We all search for those turning points that will make us real. Have I found mine? I need to know, have I found mine. Who will decide for me?

Hope of finding another brings light to my face. Hope for You.