Pole Star

Photo by Ryan Hutton on Unsplash

I often find myself lost
In books, in emotions
In thought.

But there’s a certain charm to wandering
it comes with new experiences
and discoveries,
discoveries of things you didn’t know about yourself.

Things you abhor,
things you love–
and things you grow to accept.

So I like being lost,
because what is more beautiful than a generation raised on google maps,
that still looks for the
Pole Star?

  • Pretentious epiphanies from an existential mind ➹

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