I have been lost,
lost for years.
Observing the great expanse I once called home.
I perceive the old parts of my life that once brought me happiness.
It is as if I am seeing them from afar,
as if I am in a box that has been locked away,
with only a keyhole to peer through.
My life passes me by as if it had never even happened.
Slowly, I am piecing myself together.
Taking myself out of the box I have been confined to.
I am beginning to see what I once saw,
the color, happiness, and emotions that swirled in the air.
That brought meaning to my life,
but all it takes is someone,
just a single person to put me back where I feel as if I belong.
I will never get a chance to return to the world,
Back in that awful box.
As I will always,
be aimlessly observing my life from the box.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
I have been lost,
lost for years.
Observing the great expanse I once called home.
I perceive the old parts of my life that once brought me happiness.
It is as if I am seeing them from afar,
as if I am in a box that has been locked away,
with only a keyhole to peer through.
My life passes me by as if it had never even happened.
Slowly, I am piecing myself together.
Taking myself out of the box I have been confined to.
I am beginning to see what I once saw,
the color, happiness, and emotions that swirled in the air.
That brought meaning to my life,
but all it takes is someone,
just a single person to put me back where I feel as if I belong.
I will never get a chance to return to the world,
Back in that awful box.
As I will always,
be aimlessly observing my life from the box.
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