Darling!
You are that treasure
I always searching for
I found you now. But,
I Can't say you are mine.

Lost
And found
But then lost again

I was found
and I was free
I was happy
I am Happy
And
Confused
The lights fade
And Im wandering lost
Searching for someone
To grab my hand and hold me close
Lead me out of this darkness
Show me where the light switch hides

But A part of me feels lost again
Someone found me
I was meant to be found by them
But were they really meant to find me?

Isn’t it funny how the earth rotates
But there she is, standing still

A different city, every thing is strange,
But there, she is free

Oh but is it pretty, is it colder, does it feel like home?

Will you come back? Do you miss the place you’ve always known?

you have always loved color
now it seems you're watching paint dry
stuck in a timeless position
unable to find out the why

it seems you've been painting forever
you look down at your hands and see
stains upon stains of latex and acrylics
but wonder why the canvas is empty

you search far and wide for a muse
anything for a drop of inspiration
just when you think you have found it
you discover it's under distortion

you haven't folded away your easel
so maybe you need to consider
you can get yourself a new palette
this painting can still be painted over

The stars were quiet,
the moon was lonely, and
so was I.

But loneliness kept dragging me
back to the shore, hoping
that someone would ever find
the pieces of me buried under
the sand, crushed into crumbles
by the tide of failure over
and over.

You know,
sometimes it's better not
to be found when you know
it would get you lost even more.

Afterwards I started feeling
like I am a human
being again.

That's what this place did to me
it brought back my human
in the reflection of the hills,
the lakes, the trees,

but doing nothing to fade the ink.
No one told me that I had been liberated,
I had lost my knowledge.

So I ran free to find my voice last heard
before the years lived with the lasting dead,
the years sat with the lasting hunger,

but I had everything, I had paradise. So I ran -
taking my time to reclaim my body for the hungry,
taking my time to reclaim my voice for the silent.

I stopped living through and started living slowly.
I slept and ate and grew into our new normality,
together again alone.

Running not marching
Breathing not moaning
Swimming not dying
Living not surviving

and my voice lived to tell.
This is where I belong - not alone.