Where am I?
Yesternight, I lost me. I found myself in a place so dark I could no longer tell where the night ended and where I began. And somewhere in that darkness, I started a dance with the devil. Not because I wanted him. Perhaps because I had forgotten how to find my way home. Today, I woke up and I could not find myself. I stood before the mirror, searching the face staring back at me for the man I used to know. But he was not there. So I asked myself, am I changing for the better, or am I slowly becoming a prisoner of the dark? Am I growing, or am I disappearing? I feel like I am doing it all wrong. What kind of husband am I? How much of me does she carry that I have failed to see? How many things does she swallow because love has taught her that some truths are too heavy to say? She looks at me, and sometimes I wonder if she sees the man I want to be or the man I am afraid I have become. Am I enough? I don't know. And what am I supposed to do when the man who is supposed to have the ...
