On finding yourself.

In the quiet times. Isn't that when we get to know ourselves?

In the soft peace of the morning.

Or in the deep dark of the night.

The times when we allow ourselves to think. To feel. To understand this space around us.

There is so much to these endless thoughts.

So much to the unspoken words.

There is beauty and charm.

There is fear and sadness.

And sometimes there are things so deep, so very well knit into your soul.

And you know they will never unravel.

And in the heart of the darkness,

In the heart of the beauty,

You know you'll find a piece of yourself.