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Here I go. Down the rabbit hole. Boring reference, but the sentiment is real. Burying my face away from the lights and the noise. Trying to define myself as lost before anything else. Just lost. Perfect, enlightening spark--the perfect word. Lost. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be. Just going away, strolling onto the road, walking away from the lights and the noise--into the dark. Burying, scraping into the dark, to be alone. To not know who you are or what you have, but into the dark where all is lost, lost and complete. Retreat in the woods to find what I was really looking for. Just looking for that something. That something that moves me.