Everlost is a place I’ve built from the pieces I couldn’t carry anymore.
It comes from the feeling that some of us were never meant to be found. Not in the world, not in love, not even in memory. Not lost in the way that invites search parties—but lost in the way that says: “I was never coming home.”
This isn’t a blog for hope, or healing, or rebuilding.
It is a quiet room for my last goodbyes—not loud, not demanding—just left behind like letters on a doorstep no one will open.
These are ballads written for someone who will never read them, words that were meant to reach someone but I dare not send. I write them anyway.
Every poem, every letter, here is a kind of farewell.
To love.
To people who left.
To people who stayed.
To versions of myself I’ve already buried.
To a world that no longer fits.
If you’ve found this place, then maybe you’ve felt it too—that hollow drift between wanting to speak and knowing no one’s listening. That ache that sounds like wind in your chest. That deep, bone-heavy sorrow of writing your name into the dark.
Welcome to Everlost.
This is all I have left to leave.
—a lost boy who will never make it home
Everlost 
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