Without A Map

Trains of Thought

The Great Escape – Intensive Journal Writing

I keep losing my way,

it runs off without me

and I can’t keep up

because

my way

is

angry, vicious, blind in one eye

but somehow it manages to

shake me, lose me, elude me

when I need it the most.

My way is lost but it doesn’t care

I do.

I’m sorry I have lost my way.

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