part iii of an album will remember

untold stories of how the lost got found and how the found got lost

Sitting on deserted zebra stripes over a glass road. There is a hole through you. When you reach in your hand is surrounded with an abyss of darkness...

Will you ever get found?

.

.

"I will find you when you're feeling lost in a crowded room

when you're feeling lonely in an ocean of people"

→ question of the day

what are some times that you have felt lost before?