lost

sometimes i get lost. not slightly lost, as if i'm just off the trail and i'll find it quickly. i get lost to the point that i'm not sure if there is even a path. maybe there is a path, but i'm on an island and the path is on the mainland.

regardless of where the path is, i'm not there. i'm wondering a foreign place where the locals all sneer and scoff at me. lost in a place without any shadows.

sometimes i feel as if i'm at an oasis in a desert. happy hippies drink their fill. the sign states, clearly in a language i can not read, that if anyone drinks the water it will run out. the happy hippes fill themselves, but i continue into the desolation, hoping to preserve something someone else is inevitably ruining.

i find myself with metal sticking out of my body at remarkable angles. nearly impossible angles designed to scrape away anything i have inside. perfectly engineered to leave the exterior untouched. a shell of a former sentience.

i am lost so i will be destroy. utterly and unsympathetically destroyed. i will be devoured by man, machine, and monster unless i can find that which i've lost. that which is obscurred by shadows.

i walk in a land with no shadows.