No idea what made me write this, but I know that I haven't written here in a looooong time, and well...inspiration came, and I couldn't think of a better place to put this :)

I long to stand, but fear the fall.
I tire of running, and long to call.
Call out for help, for some saving grace.
I wish you would hear me, and show me your face.
Tell me I’m yours, and that I’m not all alone.
Tell me I’m safe…tell me I’m home.

It isn’t that way, and will it ever be?
Will someone come struggle, this struggle with me?
Stand against the wind, and you’re destined to break.
Give all that you have, and they’ll find more to take.
If there is meaning in suffering, then where is mine?
Perhaps all will be learnt, with the passing of time.

Hope life's been treating all my friendlies well, and even all of you who just happen along this little blog of mine.  To all of you who'll never come across this thing ever, I wish you all the best too :)

-Kev-