Everything.

Every hopeless road I take turns me back to you. As hard as I try to lose myself so I don't have to face what's real...NO MATTER how numb...how cold...how utterly selfish and lost I become. How reassuring your arms are. The ones that hold me up, where no one can touch me. Not death nor sadness nor tears. Not a SINGLE glare, not a hateful word can be shot in my direction, because I am nestled in your love, and as long as you think I'm beautiful, that's all that matters. I can't feel anything but you, father. You're everything... You're my life. You're this smile on my face. You're the reason I rise, and why I get up when I fall. What can mean anything more to me then your voice whispering through the trees?...Tickling my face, I can feel you. Everywhere. In everything I do... Your laughter, I can almost hear you from way up above me. I want to be with you, to be near you, beside you, so you can show me your face, so I can tell everyone what you look like. So everyone can see you in everything they do, and recognize it is you... How I wish everyone believed you were holding them. That everyone acknowledged this feeling. This sense of security. The only sanity I can find. You are everything.