Things About Caliz

Somewhere along the line I feel like I tripped - and lost my being. Like it feel out of my pocket and I just . . . I just never picked it up.

And then like coins in a damaged pocket or gains of rice through your finger, everything I thought I was slipped away. The people I loved, the things I held dear, the ideals. It's like it all - like nothing mattered anymore

I'm lost and I'm going back and forth trying to find the missing bits but it's all gone.


just

all gone.