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.