In search

There's a strong sense of loss.

Perhaps,
it's the mourn for Self.

Is it me,
or has this place
became too crowded for thee.

Suffocation,
took away the air,
and clouded the vision.

There's a need to get away,
and to look for oneself.

The very things one loves and enjoys,
those that used to intrigue, and still will.

The feeling of being,
happy and free.