you can easily get lost.
you can get lost in an idea, a person, or a place.
nobody ever expects to get lost it's just something that happens.
people often get lost while trying to escape their life.
that's how i got lost.
i was trying to run from myself and in return, i found the buildings lost to time.
the buildings are now thriving covered in vines, mold, creatures, and silence.
the buildings are chipped, crumbling, and deteriorating.
escaping can be hard,
it's been three years since i first got lost and i'm still trying to find my way back.
finding yourself is hard.
i think now more than ever i find myself hiding away in the depths of my own mind reminiscing of the times spent in those cold and quiet halls.
i want nothing more than to be back there.
the everyday stresses sometimes get too much for me and i just need an escape.
i've been running to the woods again in hopes of feeling something,
a month ago i ran to the mountains.
that always helps me to clear my mind.
i love getting away and being in nature and exploring,
i found new trails and spent 4 hours getting lost in the lush forest.
my footprints were the only sign that i had been there.
i took moments to sit and put my head back on the bench and just enjoy being there.
the sound of the creek and the chirping of birds while the wind blew through the trees will always be one of my favorite sounds.
will you get lost with me?
it's gotten lonely here.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
