There are worst places to get lost. Grimy city back alleys and forests full of whispering trees. Getting lost in her own head was the best kind of lost. Skirmish, run and skip, she would lose hours on her own planet. When the eyes lose their gaze, she would wander off down the worlds in her mind. The best kind of lost.
Physical Mixed Media Painting (oil, ink and collage), 297mm x 420mm, Miss AL Simpson, 2026.
