A place called here

Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes. Sometimes, people discover you, even though they've been looking at you at the entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention.

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger, or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Somtimes we find our way out. But regardless, always, we are found.