At the crossroad i stand,
Faithfully drawn to a thought.

But there is something strange in the field of my mind.
Something greater than my fate.

the blinding ache of pain in my hands,
It felt like a held something warm,
something beyond this world.

But what could it be?
Could it be a memory of the past,
or maybe just a craving that echoes is my mind.

Did i belong to someone?