After a few years of being lost in the woods, I
stumbled upon a town of tiny castles. It was a
mess of beautiful but tiny castles too tiny to
enter. They each had tiny moats surrounding
them, and there was a stone wall around the
entire town that I must have accidentally
stepped over. Even in the town of tiny
castles, I never felt like I was truly out of the
woods. I couldn’t make myself small enough.
I thought about you finding me there,
crouched and lost. I had to move on—I had
to tuck myself back between the cold trees,
the light pooling up where I had once been
long ago but can’t find my way back to.