The burning of silent prophets.

I'm tired of excuses. I want results. I don't want to hear it anymore, I want to see it. I'm tired of seeking and waiting and wishing and wanting. I've spent my life deaf and blind. I want to hear, I need to see. I've spent a lifetime dreaming, wondering what it's all about and today I am no closer to the truth I've sought than I was the first day I drew breath. If there are truths to be found, I have yet to discover them. My search continues.

Where is the peace I've sought? Where is the home I've searched for? Where promises made are fulfilled and arms that offer painfully desired comfort patiently wait. The only faces I see are the faces of strangers while I long to see the soulfully familiar.

Home. Love. Peace. Is this really too much to ask for?