Wanted posters have been plastered everywhere.
Blank stares, glare from faded pages.
Questions beg to be answered.
Where are you?
When are you coming home?
I’ve been missing from my own life.
A few weeks ago, I went missing, I lost myself and I’m still trying to find my way back home.
I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to find the words to tap out on my laptop to convey…. Something, I don’t know.
This is all I’ve got.