Traces of me

I want to leave traces of me

Lest you find yourself without me

I leave clues to show you

A part of my heart, and things I feel that you never thought I would feel

I see you questioning and wondering have you chosen well

Sweet dreams heart, we never know, till we know, and this is not a platitude to shut you up, or off, from the seeking out your soul

I want you to find your way, so I leave little bread crumbs, for you.

Come find me.