time.

it's time. 
time i write. 
or maybe find myself. 
again. 

it's it funny. 
how we can find who we are. 
only to lose it again. 

to feel dead. 
inside. 

the darkness creeps in. 
but not that sad kind. 
the familiar kind. 

soul crying. 
longing. 
rebirth. 

maybe we never really knew. 
who we were. 
or who we we were meant to be.