
We stared into each others' eyes. The Black Smoke Monster, and a scared little girl without a name. He looked like Locke, but as I sunk deep into his gaze, I realized he was not.
And as I fell into his trap, I realized I was still a stranger underneath my own skin. I sighed, and looked into the mirrors of the lighthouse. Trite how I longed to know who she was.
In the manmade lake that feels like an ocean, my most shallow questions feel deep. I feel LOST, I feel scared, I know I'm alone. I look west, and my spirit fades towards all my loves. When my eyes are closed my body is cold, the water slaps my cheeks, and the board beneath me is stiff. I wait patiently, I wait colorfully, and I ride until the whitewash swallows the sadness.
