I like that you gave no description for this. Your writing is full of big ideas and feelings wrapped into very few lines. Your disregard for strict structure lets the poem run freely.
So as I read this through for the second or third time, I wondered about the story behind it, because it could be an interpretation of life for someone who has been very ill, or it could be more metaphorical for a relationship broken. In reality, it does not matter. I always think good literature, no matter the genre, should be thought provoking. You have made me think today!
the longing heart, for an unwanted answer to shed light on an existence unexplainable and painfully short imbued with a quest of discovery of self governed by a civilisation that rejects individualism on a macro scale indirectly obscuring the destinations were destined for.
"Her moving forward feels like chaos
She is leaving fingerprints on everything around her
Dropping what breadcrumbs she can
Hoping to gather some sense that she is going the right direction"
i feel the desperate need in your words so much so if i had not sworn my self to not shed any more profound tears i would have opened the flood gates and relished in a moment of self pity.
i feel as if i understand what was going through your head at the moment these words were conceived more so than the words presented.
this reminded me of my first year of my (fine art) degree,
it was a year of pure unadulterated exploration that led me to a very dark hole where passion first showed its face as obsession.
i would like to read a big chunk of prose possibly something closer to a novel i see potential and expanding horizons