Get lost.
Disappear.
Be left behind.
Be anywhere but here.
Fall between the couch cushions.
Fall into unconsciousness.
Fall off the face of the Earth.
Disappear.
Get lost.
Lose yourself in music,
in stories,
and underneath the bedsheets.
Disappear into the unknown,
when you have nowhere to go.
Be like the rain
when the sun comes into view.
Be whispers of a poem.
Be that thing you can’t recall.
Be anyway or anything,
that feels like being nothing at all.
About the Creator
Caitlyn Wenzel
I don't live to write, I write to live.
Poetry is what I need in order to feel human again, and again.
Let me transform the unspeakable.
I hope my words can reach you.
- Caitlyn
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