A Message In A Bottle

It found me.

Here.

. . . . .

You said you knew the perfect place to run to. 

A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. 

A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. 

A place longing to come alive again. 

It’s a place for disappearing, you’d said, 

a place for getting lost...and for getting found.

I’ll take you there, you’d said.

And I could say that I agreed.

– Lucy Christopher