Tyler Ortega

In the desert of his heart, he loses his way:

terrible heat, unrelenting sun.

No, he is not lost, he is lost at heart, lost his way, ready to be not found.

terrible heat, unrelenting sun.

He thinks: But should I be searched for? Sought after? Am I ready to be pursued?

Terrible heat. Unrelenting sun. Lost at last.

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