"Are you lost?"
All I know is that I'm wandering, stumbling blindly, grasping for everything I can. I don't really care where I'm going, and I don't really care where I end up. I don't really care if I go around in circles. I just want to see and feel everything there is to see and feel. I want to go everywhere that I can possibly go. I want to know everything that I can possibly know. Where are the dark alleys in which you hide your secrets? Where are your soft spots? Where are the crumbling walls, because I want to help you build them back up. Where is the river which once flowed with your tears? Where is the mountain range that serves as your backbone? Where is the minefield that I should never step on? I don't know. I don't know, but I have figured out so much already. I know that this road will lead me down your neck, and if I make a turn here, I will end up kissing you on your collarbone. And I know that if I continue down that path, somehow my fingertips will brush against yours eventually. But then, what if I don't? What if I change course? Where will I end up then? I don't know. I don't know, because my moral compass breaks every time I come across you. My mind can't keep track, I can't memorize you like everything else; You're nothing like everything else. And I don't know where I'm going anymore. So I guess, yes, the answer to your question would be, I am. I am lost. I am completely and utterly lost, and I have been since the first time I looked into your eyes. But honestly, that's okay.
Because I'm lost, yes, but maybe I did it on purpose.
― Confession: I had a map, but I threw it away, because I wanted to map you out all over again, just by myself, S. M.
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Acedia
Poetry[ A c e d i a : ennui ; state of torpor or listlessness ; spiritual apathy ] Poetry attempts / Random thoughts / Musings (P.S. I'm not very good at this, don't expect too much. Thanks)
