For a moment I lost myself, in the darkness of the night as they sweepted up their way to my shadow, to find me nowhere, I was never there.

For a moment I lost myself in the symphony of my heartbeat, slowly singing to me of crushed bones and ripped skins while I cry miseries.

For a moment I lost myself in the waves of the sea as I submerged my body beneath with a slight wavering breeze, letting me go of every misery skin deep.

For a moment I lost myself against the rain, stumbling across all kinds of pain, folded up in a paper boat and quickly let asail.

For a moment I lost my self staring at the blue sky, drowning me in the vastness of dreamy birds, cooing unheard metaphors

For a moment I lost my self as I stood in the balcony embracing the chaos within which I fleet.

For a moment I lost myself in the shoes of those whose hands have scars, their stories scream plight, but how most of us don't care their palms asking for a blessing in sight.

For a moment I lost myself, within all the voids searching for light when I could barely breathe.

And then, I lost myself forever in the things of unknown, wandering among those who knew who they were and what they are. I just stood, believing I that ought to be perfect in this society to be accepted, change was something to be feared and meant to be flawed.

But the truth is, losing yourself for the better, to be anew, and to not be afraid of what others have to say, is an achievement you need to believe.