They say that not all who wander are lost, but in this case they are wrong.

I left them behind, my past, my present, and what was supposed to be my future.

Now I’m nothing.

Just a lost vagabond, without anyone or anything.

There is nothing left for me.

Nothing but the dirt beneath my feet.

I will, after all be nothing but a fertilizer for it soon.

Leaving them was a bad idea, I knew then that it was.

What I didn’t realize was that they would track me down.

To make me stay with them for eternity.

So here I lie, in their garden.

Lost forever.