Lost is not a place, it is a state. It becomes an aura. It becomes a land, and then an island, and then a stranded man. When I'm ready to swim home perhaps I will begin being all that I am.
Lost is not a place, it is a state. It becomes an aura. It becomes a land, and then an island, and then a stranded man. When I'm ready to swim home perhaps I will begin being all that I am.
Our complications and our pains can easily become our addictions. To fall in love with our troubles, or the state of being in trouble, is worth reflection.
