in the moment

tent night

sometimes I am so found, that I feel like getting lost.sometimes hours in a day clear and I don't know what to do.sometimes I have so much to do that I can't bear to do any of it.


Evening fell and I stepped away. No one knew I had gone. The mountain was quiet and only the leaves crunched beneath my feet. I keep climbing. I could hear them below, but I was alone. Nightfall called me in and made me want to disappear. And for a moment I did. At some point, I had to return. Because that's what we do, right? We go back, because getting lost always ends up in being found.