I've never had the most solid sense of direction.
I've this bad habit of getting lost;
first in thought and then, well,
literally.
But I've written things this whole time,
and every line is an arrow so that I can find my way back.
Back to some kind of bliss.
A state of mind that I can no longer feel,
but I know that I miss.
But isn't there a part in that story where the bread crumbs have been eaten by birds?
I can't remember.
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
I've never had the most solid sense of direction.
I've this bad habit of getting lost;
first in thought and then, well,
literally.
But I've written things this whole time,
and every line is an arrow so that I can find my way back.
Back to some kind of bliss.
A state of mind that I can no longer feel,
but I know that I miss.
But isn't there a part in that story where the bread crumbs have been eaten by birds?
I can't remember.
Something important forgotten.
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