We're all lost in the woods
We’re all lost in the woods. We’re all swimming in the sea. We’re all children that can’t see why it can’t be easier. Why there’s so much to do. Why everyone’s always too busy to talk to you.
Our hearts are sore. We’re sad. Then we’re confused. We’re swirling. Trying to land. Like a Maple seed spinning to the floor. Finding a home. Taking root. Sprouting leaves. We want a sun to shine towards. We want branches to lean on. We want wings to carry us.
We have them all inside, in the dark, but we’re too busy to notice. Too distracted to see. Our hearts are too armored. Our legs are too wandering. We want more. We want different. Constantly trying to get away from what we truly need. What brings us home. The seed in the center. The quiet that allows a tiny sprout to spring upward through the dark and break the surface.