I’ve been escaping into archetypes lately;
I find peace in pure curiosity,
I find happiness in cocky playfulness;
I find security in the helpless romantic,
having written that what he seeks will never be found.
I don’t know where I lost it,
or where I began to fall into those archetypes,
But I did, and I don’t know where I went because I’m not here anymore.
simple as that.
I’m just looking for me in the archetypes of myself.