It seems as though confusion consumes more than anything these days. I know what I want I just don't know where to find it. My time here is getting shorter, I wonder if I'll ever find what I'm looking for. I'm not afraid to admit this; I am terrified of the future.   Sometimes I wish I was too short for this ride. The line was too long...but looking back it was way too short and the wait was not worth it. You are the only thing that will bring me close to happiness. I just need to figure out who you are or what you are...   This is my cry for help. Whatever you are, answer me.   When the tears roll down confusion consumes more than ever. Isn't it amazing how our tears become an evacuation route for every emotion thats ever touched our hearts? Do not let them fool you anymore. Just ride the wave and follow your instinct cause there's nowhere to run. There's no one to run from anymore.