how far can you walk into a desert?

Things are in that uncomfortable transitional phase. For every let down and failure there's an opportunity. I hope I haven't been blind enough to see them. Once in a while you feel like you're losing purpose... losing faith. And then you realize you can't always go by feelings, or else you never can be sure of anything. Trust your instincts... trust your experience... trust me... or don't. Your choice. I'm tired of hiding. I'm waiting to be found. At first you think it's funny... to hide in plain sight and get a taste of invisibility, but pretty soon you're stuck... wanting the game will end, but hoping someone's still looking.