Unique

I said a while ago that all my feelings had been gone through before.

But I just realized they haven’t. These are unique. I just felt… sadness. Despair. Yearning for something I didn’t have. A certain beauty— the beauty of being lost. And I knew that everything I would do would be working towards that. It’s a very specific idea I’m going to, but I don’t actually know what it is. It’s being lost, but being safe. It’s unknowing, but learning, it’s being unknown, but being known. It’s alone, in the dark sometimes, but also in the company of laughing strangers. There’s people out there I like, I know it. There’s places out there I like, and I want to know the mistakes that people other than I are making.

I am using specific methods, I am going to specific places, and no one has ever done this. It is unique.