22 February 2013
I've been trying to hide from the world.
And I thought it had worked.
Maybe they had gone away,
And they wouldn't bother me anymore.
But no matter what I did, or do,
They always find me again.
Even if it takes years, they find me.
Like a perverse game of hide and seek,
I'm trapped here until they approach.
And I keep thinking of the things I could do
To make it easier to hide from them.
But no matter what I try, it seems
I am simply meant to be found.
Hidden, Not Lost • Opuss № I