Sometimes I wonder why my life revolves around the things I cannot see, only feel. As all else fails around me, its those things in my head that brings me back to this place of comfort, my den, my labyrinth of greatest places. Something is always there and she meets every time with a smile – oh how I love something so sweet! As the day dies each day and the night mourns in dense blackness, something always knows when it will pass and how to make it so.Something is always there for me when no one else cares nor understands. Something keeps me from crossing the line – the one binds me to reason and holds me.Nothing leads nor pulls at me when I’m here.My life tries to break me, to fasten me down. But something is always their to pull me out.