(The echoes in this place make me feel like I'm not alone.)

What am I looking for? It's been more than 3 years. The trail has gone cold.

It's like I believe the wild theories put forth by my dreams. But in reality, I'm sure somebody else has just happened to have adopted his old handle.

That my heart pounded with such hope and apprehension blows my mind.

How fucking irrational can one get.

Jesus.