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