Losing yourself become an art after so long.
You leave and get lost, you find your
way home. Over and over, over and over.
You feel happy for weeks, and then you’ll find yourself crying. Over and over, over and over.
A spark ignites and you are ready to thrive, then you hide it away. Over and over, over and over.
There is an art in losing yourself. You get lost and you leave, then eventually you’ll find your way home. And finally you stay.
-Elb