#themajiklab

I ain’t know I was lost,

til the ground turned to smoke,

and the air wrapped ‘round me like a secret

too good to tell.

Colors ran together,

red bled into gold,

till the world didn’t need edges

or time or rules

that kept things in place.

It just—was.

I didn’t fear it.

Not yet.

I walked,

but I wasn’t walkin’ nowhere.

I was floatin’ through the space between

now and never,

in a place where even silence

ain’t quiet,

but hums.

Whispers wrapped around me,

pullin’ me deeper,

till I didn’t know if I was the dream

or if the dream was me.

Ain’t no map to follow,

no street signs that made sense.

Just the feel of the ground under my feet,

but the ground didn’t feel like ground

no more.

It felt like everything.

Like I could sink into it,

or rise from it,

or maybe both at once,

and it wouldn’t make a difference.

I wasn’t lookin’ to be found.

I was just feelin’ it—

the moment when the rules stop matterin’,

when you can let go

and let the world stretch

in a way you ain’t never seen.

Ain’t no fear here,

ain’t no past or future.

It’s just the now,

right now,

and it’s pullin’ me in.

Maybe gettin' lost ain’t a mistake.