Tag: existential reflection

  • Author’s Note

    There’s a difference between being lost… and being aware that you’re lost.

    This piece comes from that second place.

    Where you can see the distance between where you are and where you feel like you’re meant to be—but something in you still won’t move.

    It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic.

    It’s quieter than that.

    A kind of exhaustion that sits in your chest and lingers in your thoughts—while the world keeps going like nothing’s wrong.

    And you’re left there… knowing you’re meant for more, but not knowing how to reach it.

    Rowan Evans


    Person standing still on a shoreline at dusk, symbolizing feeling stuck and disconnected from life.
    Knowing you’re meant for more… but not knowing how to move.

    Quiet Devastation
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’ve been lost—
    wandering.
    I know,
    I’ve said that before.

    I’ve probably
    said it a lot.

    Wandering—
    through mental rot,
    every thought
    enough to make you stop.

    Out of sync
    with the world
    around me.

    Hand on my chest,
    I pledge
    to the nonsense.

    Exasperated sighs—
    you can see
    how tired I am
    just by looking
    in my eyes.

    It’s a quiet
    devastation—
    to be stuck in place,
    and know
    you’re destined for more.

    As my mind wanders,
    my feet stay stuck—
    glued to a shore
    that’s never felt
    less like home.


    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]

  • Author’s Note

    There’s a kind of disconnection that goes beyond mood or circumstance.

    It’s not just about having a bad day, or feeling out of place for a moment. It’s deeper than that—like something fundamental doesn’t line up. Like the life you’re living doesn’t match the shape of who you are.

    For a long time, I tried to understand that feeling as something internal. Something to fix, adjust, or push through.

    But this piece comes from questioning that.

    From considering that maybe the discomfort isn’t a flaw—
    maybe it’s misalignment.

    Maybe it’s the result of existing in a space that doesn’t reflect you, doesn’t hear you, doesn’t hold the parts of you that matter.

    And maybe the answer isn’t to force yourself to fit—
    but to find where you already do.

    Rowan Evans


    Person sitting alone at the edge of a bed at dawn symbolizing feeling out of place and disconnected.
    Sometimes it’s not that you’re lost—it’s that you woke up in a life that was never meant for you.

    The Wrong Side of the Globe
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I wake up—
    not just on
    the wrong side
    of the bed.

    I wake up
    on the wrong
    side of the globe—

    in a life
    that doesn’t fit
    the shape of me

    I wake up
    in a timezone
    my body refuses,
    in a climate
    my skin protests,
    in a country
    my soul didn’t choose.

    I wake up
    as the wrong version
    of myself,
    a silhouette
    in someone else’s dawn,
    a life misaligned
    with its own pulse—

    speaking a language
    this place won’t hear,
    carrying histories
    this soil won’t hold,
    belonging to a map
    not on the wall.

    I wake up…

    in a morning
    meant for someone else.

    In a season
    I wasn’t built for.

    In a story
    I don’t remember choosing.

    I wake up
    already tired
    from carrying a life
    that was never mine…

    I wake up
    wanting a world
    that fits my outline—

    a morning
    that knows my name.

    So I drift off—
    falling into sleep,
    praying that I…

    wake up
    to a place
    that feels like mine,

    a life
    that finally fits—

    the shape of me.


    Journey into the Hexverse!

    [Where the Tide Calls Me]
    What if feeling stuck isn’t about being lost—but about resisting where you’re meant to go? Where the Tide Calls Me explores belonging, movement, and the courage to follow an unseen pull.

    [I Was Already On My Way]
    What if the places that call to you aren’t random? I Was Already On My Way explores identity, travel, and the realization that some paths have been forming long before we recognize them.

    [Of No Single Nation]
    What if belonging isn’t tied to where you’re from? Of No Single Nation explores identity beyond borders, reframing home as something found in connection rather than geography.

    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]