Base of This Beast

This post is a combination of a few things. 

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-forget-me/ 

This poem.

Nostalgia.

Also, hope maybe.

I sometimes treat you, blog, as the dump. I rage, cry, shed tears, scream, laugh, double over, shake, in short, create all the drama I can possibly create, here. It is something I have been born to do, and I will keep on doing it all my life. I am nothing but a channel sometimes, and sometimes I must be strong and defend the gates.

All parts of me.

But who am I, really? 

I still am waiting for something. It is almost like I need a catalyst which is going to give me what I am looking for - However, I still do not know. The spiritual barrier that is standing between me and that other part of me is presently a threat. 

I must cross that.