I'm lost in the world I created. Wandering trying to find what it is I need. Can I create it or have I already destroyed it, in my wonderland called life.

I can only recall so much from every tree I passed or every flower I touched. But the faces I photograph are detailed enough, that when I look, their character blooms in my thoughts. Some photos were lost and are now with those trees and flowers I created but can hardly recall, in that wonderland of mine.