Finding that I am lost in a wilderness unfamiliar to me.
Twisting and turning, searching for a way back to past reality where I felt at home - at least for a while.
Wanting to come back fully, yet knowing that some part of me is now missing and lost in a wilderness unfamiliar to me.
Writing from where I am now, hoping to exist in the present without being fearful of the unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
be brave, nothing is eternal.