Am I here.

I write, I think.

I'm grasping on to all I have.

I see, I feel. 

Breathing in everything around me.

I adjust, I align. 

Staring at the road ahead.

Searching and seeking for grails and epiphanies.

Lost in the dust of survival.

See me, here.

I ask.

Do you see me.

Where is your spirit.

I am just a mote floating in a dark corner.

Catching streams of light.

Revealing my beauty in slow motion.

Do you see me.

Are you blinded by the light.