i keep on saying that i'm lost. it's because i don’t know where or what am i. it's because i am in a broad, empty world. it's because people around me keep on talking about something i don’t know. it's because i decided to escape my comfort zone so now i'm lost. i feel so lost.
but now that i'm lost i understand that being one has a strange positive side. it gives me the chance to be alone. to have a quiet moment recalling all the things i’ve done. to travel without thinking of anything else but myself. to keep on walking without a certain goal. to live without an expectation!
it offers an ethereal reset button. a button that once i push, there's no turning back. a button that can give me answers. a button that can give me the growth i am seeking. and so without thinking twice, i press it. so now i am lost. and i will let myself be lost. i might surprise myself from the destination i will land in. who knows?
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
