Through desperate eyes we long for the horizon, where the sun is rising.

We are all lost and broken in some way. It is how we manage those things that makes us strong. I wish with all my heart that I could be stronger. For me that means taking control.
I imagine my mind as the large expanse of a wheat field, and I am some small vessel wandering through it, lost. I trail my hand across the tops of the wheat and smile faintly. I will probably be lost here forever. Lost in this constant twilight, the air beginning to turn cool, and crickets singing. Although this idea is daunting, my heart warms. After all, look at what I can create!