Scrambling, Desperately seeking to return - to the world I once knew, the world once so familiar now it's terrifying.
Lost, Determined to retreat - to a place I once loved, a place where I once was a perfect fit, and I no longer belong.
Frozen, Seeking myself - in a time where I was confident, strong, fearless, all qualities which have since been stolen from my soul, whisked away into the winter night.
Not only have I lost all writing talent but I have seemingly lost myself - if found, please return.