Lost in a New World: Part 2

As I search to find the a remnant of my former self, i encounter new people. They say they're from a foreign land as well. Although I've never seen them back home, they must been from other countries and states. Places I've dreamed of going on day, and these people are in front of me. I begin to associate with them little by little and as I do the more I learn more about their homes and culture and whatever else we talk about. They introduce me to this music I've never heard before called dubstep. The sound enters my brain like a cotton swap cleaning my ears. The bass so loud so heavy it draws my in like lambs to the slaughter. I find that as I draw deeper in the music, a little more of myself I begin to sense. I might know where to find my old remnant. The music leads me to myself like GPS, the closer I am the more I feel him. I know he's here, my heart won't stop racing, I reached my destination and I justed missed him. I was close; this new world might not be as bad as I thought. Even still I evaded myself, almost like I didn't won't nothing to do with me. I must find him so we can be one, and he can share he's experiences with me. For the mind wonders like clouds drifting in the air and easy to spot and retrieve. Mine on the other hand, is a shadow and it's not sunny out.