you are
like the trees at night,
densely packed together
and i must be
that whimsical girl
who lost her way
trying to find enough space
to maneuver through
but it seems like
i would never be able to get out
that maybe i was meant to be lost,
like i was always meant to be lost in you
in your dark, dark world and
somehow, in your sullen ambienceㅡ
i still found peace
