It's been eight hours since I started walking, I don't know where to or why but I can say that I'm lost.
It's been eight long hours since I started looking for him. I don't know who he is or what he looks like but I know he's real.
I can't forget him because he's an unforgettable person, if anyone knew what I was doing they'd call me crazy but I know I'm not going crazy, or I don't think I am.
It's been raining for two hours straight, really heavy rain . I've taken three breaks and I don't know how much longer I can go in search of him.
As I walk down a dark alley I hear something, a calming familiar voice. I knew I had found him but I didn't know what I was going to do or say.
I just needed the reassurance that I'm not crazy and hearing his voice again was proof enough. Now that I had found him, what was I to do. I couldn't just stand here staring at nothing.
He's real , I know he is. I also know that he saved me, he saved my life. He was a light in my life, he was my purpose but it would take a while before I found that out.
All I could do was stare into the distance and shiver in the cold. I walked forward and put my hand out, it was the only way I would know he was there. I felt a body and that was all i needed to know he was real.
I threw myself into this mans arms and cried. I'm not sure why I cried but I felt like I had a purpose in life again after searching for so long. I had just found my reason to live, I felt him wrap his arms around me and I felt safe and at home.
This man is my saviour but I can't see him. I can touch him and hear him but not see him. This man is the invisible man.
