02 July 2013

the opposite of lost

Flowing asphalt guides hitchhiking souls only so far,
before giving way to trails unblazed, unrecognized.
On a personal journey to find the tranquil Sanctuary,
Eden's Garden of self-acceptance in the world of flux.
But not before losing oneself in the shadows stretching
outward, clinging forth to its cooling veil, enticing those
burnt and scorned by the brutality of unadulterated exposure
that comes with walking alone without direction and forgetting
that one is hardly lost.

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