Find me. Because I am lost here without you. Find me. Because no matter the joy I will feel in being found, it will not begin to compare with the perfection you will experience in doing the finding. Find me. Because you could aimlessly throw one million darts at dusty maps on creaking walls, but until you turn one around and force it through that tiny space between your ribs and into the source of all your boiling blood, you will never understand where I have always been waiting.
Find me. Find me.
Tyler Knott Gregson