She’s lost.
The girl who wore the pink neon cowboy boots.
Can you help me find her?
I’m putting up missing posters,
tree by tree.
I think she ran away because she never felt quite free.
She’s lost.
The girl who wore the pink neon cowboy boots.
Can you help me find her?
I’ve been going door to door,
everything’s turning out to be an empty drawer.
I think she ran away searching for more.
–S.
I talk to dad about aliens.
I talk to my co-worker about her cancer diagnosis.
I talk to mom about love.
I talk to my brother about none of the above.
I talk to myself about failure.
I try to lose myself in nature.
Friendships get stranger and stranger.
I search for meaning.
I look for signs.
More than anything,
I just feel behind.
-S.
I’m searching for meaning in new places.
I’m looking for answers in less than engaged faces.
I’m not giving myself any chance for graces.
I’m losing at all of my personal races.
I find myself in all of the same old places.
-S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 