lost

I stand here at the point of tears. I look at you and thoughts of laughter and ambition spin through my mind; oh what have the years done to that? What painful memories have twisted together to form your present existence of ambiguity? Where is the lighthearted smile I once knew? I look, but only glimps obscure remmants hidden in the corners of your eyes.

Father, grip this wounded soul. Bring him back to you...