Lost

Breathing, living, flying; these were my goals. I didn't know where I was or where I was going, but it didn't matter. The world around me was blurring, and I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. Branches whipped out at me, plastering deep red lines across my face to prove I was still alive.

Gone.

Part of me wondered if anyone even noticed, but most of me didn't care. I was tired of that life, and I wanted more.
I tumbled to the ground, the world spinning above me. I was lost.

Being lost never felt so good.