being lost doesn't always have to be a bad thing. i stand
in the big open fields of my mind with large expanses of
space surrounding me for miles and miles, not a soul
to be found and i hear the wind whistle a merry
tune and the birds chatter in the trees, how
water gushes and gurgles as it meanders through the wood
and how my thoughts are at last at peace with my reality.
when i've found that there is no more i can reconcile with
myself, someone appears in the distance and comes
steadily closer. you only have someone come to you when
you've finally figured yourself out.
you were never really lost.
but now you are