It has been sitting here all this while. I paid it no attention whatsoever. There was nowhere it could go. It was always there for my asking, until, one day, it went missing from its usual place inside of me. Like a song without soul, like beauty without being, like a dark promise of death, I searched, just to live again. It is only when I let go, that I found it again, washed ashore, upon my beach, while I slept, exhausted.