Lost is more of a mindset than a place...
Lost
Do I Stand, Forgotten
Do I stand, forgotten, as I forget myself?
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
Here, Now
If you ever sit there wondering what your purpose or place is in this universe, I'd say you've already forgotten the fact that you're sitting. Do you think shooting stars streak across the sky wondering if someone made a wish on them? Do you think a bird starts singing hoping they'll bring a smile to... Continue Reading →
December Rose 