I know, Or. - London

I think I do. I know the likelihood of finding the person I'm looking for is remote. Behind every wall there is only the idea of what might be. I hear no voice and see no face. I just hope that the time draws near for either one thing or the other. As if I had to choose, between touching the face of god or spending eternity in the very depths of hell.

Too pretentious? I can't think of another way to describe it. Up or down, left or right. Heaven and, you know. The binary choice before me to keep looking or give up.

She might be able to answer some of these questions for me. She might not. The truth is, I don't know what I know.