Saturday, February 4, 2012

Lost, Not Found

What do you do when everything you know changes without any clue as to when or why? I feel like the rug has been pulled out from under me and I don't know which way is up. Friends I once thought I knew have become hard to recognize, and I don't even think I know who I am anymore. Things that I was sure of have now become unstable and I don't have much else to cling onto. I don't have an anchor, and I fear I will soon be swallowed up without anyone noticing.

I'm Danielle, the girl who forgot how to trust. Danielle, the girl who forgot how to love.

I'm lost, but I don't remember how to be found.

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