The Place

I think that you had it right, that evening in a strange place to me. And in a place in which I had never been before, I was lost somehow. And I should have been invisible, and I should have been unclear, and I should have been known only to myself in that moment. And I walked away to be alone, to be away, just to be away, away to my mind, that was confronting me, away to my truth. And I walked further away, and I travelled distant, not to be away from the thoughts nor the things inside of me, but to be away from a particular moment. And in that particular moment, I felt the lack of freedom to consider a part of me that was tugging at me, and asking of me for some kind of spiritual help. I feel it still, in dreams and in my waking time. It confronts me and asks me to assist. And I work on what there is that I can do. I try to find the place where I can communicate, where I can be at one with the memory and the memory of the memory. There is a place that looms, somewhere between the dream and a past reality, and a reality that I need to make real in the present time. There is a place, waiting to be discovered by me, and I need to find where it is.