I found myself wanting to be loved. I tried so hard to find it in myself but instead i settled for substitution. A simple twinkle in someone's eye satisfired the hunger in my soul for love. So i gave in yhe best way I knew how. I dug within the depths of my heart to try to find that inner mystery. The mystery was, What inside of me kept me far from satisfaction.I had a passion for something once and as time passed by i saw reality truly through my eyes. The thing that held my heart was simply not fit for me, it did not help me find the love deep within me neither my inner mystery. It was merely a substitution. A substitution for the lost of love that caused me pain and agony.It was merely a clear cover for the things I wouldn't face.