As I search for Sarah in the years to come a little monster has reared its head. Friends once known have returned, and with them a life flooded in. An old love by the name of Ana is scratching at the surface. How complicated and frightening to say such a thing out loud. But when i felt the pain it kept me company when I was alone. I close my eyes and breath the sweet smelling air with nothing behind in the dark. Yet still I am restless. Still I have a hunger for something. Is it her fault, is the call too comforting to ignore?
I wonder if that is part of Sarah or is it part of me? I want something of my own, for me alone.