My New Home Is a Place Called "Lost"
I don't know where I am; I don't know where I'm going... and, I'm not sure how I'm getting there. I often feel as though I have sunk so far down into the dark, that I can only imagine what I wish the light could look like...
The dark seems to pull me in farther, embrace me a little tighter, and sometimes I am tempted to give in, fall into the dark and be lost forever; but, for whatever reason, I cling to that last little bit of hope, that memory of light, and I keep trying.
Thinking back, I don't know exactly when it was that I lost myself; maybe I was always lost... I know I'm lost, but I don't think anyone else does; and, I'm not sure I want them to know, because I don't want them to look for me.
So, I walk with the shadows; I hide in the dark. And, I keep looking up, for the light that's been reduced to a starlight twinkle, winking at me, in the dark.