Where is my mind?
I swear
it was here yesterday—
before the overthinking,
before the memories
started rearranging the room,
before every quiet moment
became another place
for my thoughts to wander.
I search for it
in unfinished conversations,
in songs
I should’ve stopped listening to,
in old photographs
that remember
more than I want them to.
Maybe I left it
in a version of my life
I never got to keep.
Maybe it’s still sitting
at a table
where I thought forever
meant forever.
Or maybe
it’s buried beneath
every expectation
I couldn’t live up to,
every mistake
I replay
like changing the ending
is still an option.
Some days
my head feels
like a house
with every light on
and nobody home.
Every room
filled with noise,
every hallway
echoing
with questions
that don’t have answers.
But every now and then—
there’s a moment.
A deep breath.
A quiet sunrise.
A laugh
I didn’t have to force.
And for a second,
everything settles.
The noise steps back.
The weight
loosens its grip.
Maybe my mind
was never lost.
Maybe it was just
buried beneath
everything
I never gave myself
permission
to put down.
So I’ll keep looking.
Not for the person
I used to be—
but for the peace
I’ve been carrying
inside me all along,
waiting
for the noise
to finally make room.
Through the Fog 