Lost

When I feel lost,I always go back to this one spot.With swings creaking and the kids laughing in the distance it's somewhere I'll always go.Although,Being in area your so found of is a lot like childhood memories.To left there's the play ground with the slides all rusty because no one cares to clean them.To the right there's the library with the librarians you couldn't stand and if you look in front of you, it's blurry.there's this piece inside of you that you can't find and you start shoveling.Digging deep within the abis that holds your thoughts.You peel your eyelids open making it seem like your staring at the girl who broke your heart while she's laying there handing you another.You can't see what's in front of you and you think she's half the reason.These childhood memories contain only specs and puzzle pieces of what used to be known by you.This oblivion your staring into, this darkness is a beast dwelling on your behavior while your thinking of what's supposed be laying in front of you.You can't remember your childhood memories.You sit down.You cross your legs.Criss cross applesauce.And hope one day,the teacher can bring you to momma.