can you tell me im not crazy?

I have been so lost these past years. Pacing floors that don't belong to me, throwing words into the universe and I'm not too sure of their meaning anymore. I try to spin together purpose like rumplestiltskin spins propaganda and yet I am left with less than I started with.

I romanticize stealing stars out of the night sky, yet I do not call myself a theif. I dream of piecing myself back together in the solice of tomorrow, yet I do not feel broken.

I feel misheard.

Misused.

Misunderstood.

Missing.

I am missing, but I know exactly where my lost lies.

What a strange feeling to feel... to feel as though not a soul knows where I am whilst looking directly into my eyes.