Lost {And Found}


 

I want to get lost.

Maybe with you.

Maybe on my own.

But I want to get lost.

 

Somewhere by an ocean, where I can lay in the sand as the tide is pulled by the moon.

Somewhere in a valley covered in red sand, where I can stare at the stars and ask them my questions.

Somewhere in a forest, with looming trees and noisy raccoons running wild around my tent.

Somewhere in a city that never sleeps, with streetlights and zooming cars.

 

I’ll pack my bags.

If you’ll pack yours.

I’ll take what I have.

I’ll forget all the things I could never touch.

 

All the anxiety will disappear in the night.

All the worry will fly away in the summer breeze.

All the things I could never be will float away in the waves that meet my feet.

All of society will be silenced, as I listen to the owls in the trees.

 

When I fell in love with the moon, I fell in love with freedom.

I fell in love with adventure.

I fell in love with my own soul.

So maybe I can fall in love with yours.

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