LOST BOY.

|fifty five

we were going on break soon.

we didn't have another concert or appearance for two weeks during that time.

not long enough to get better, but long enough for me to decide if i wanted to.

the feeling of being lost was growing on me.

it gave me so much nostalgia.

not the painful kind either.

the kind that fills your mind taking you back to all of those memories of the good and the bad.

maybe i should stay lost for awhile.

maybe i should just stop the habits that comes with depression and embrace the feeling of losing myself.

the feeling of being free.

the feeling of not having to worry about anyone one else.

their needs.

their motives.

their hearts.

maybe this didn't have to be a bad kind of relapse.

maybe this could be a journey.

a long, lonely journey with just myself and my feelings.

get a new perspective on the world.

get a new perspective on life.

people say all hope leaves as you lose yourself.

but is being lost about losing your old self or finding a new, better one?

one that could be happy.

one that doesn't look for it inside of others, instead inside of themselves.

it could take awhile though, but maybe it was worth it.

i raised up the bottle towards the darken sky.

so, here i start writing a new story, a new path;

an ode to myself.