Lost is a state of being.
Its an instance of clarity taking a temporary hiatus.
A blank, empty space for reason to hide from the occasional abuse of its user.
The birthplace of found.
Why when we are 'lost' do we comfort ourselves with past 'found'? Does that not defeat the purpose of moving forward?
Move through the darkness, find the light, find the dark to hide in, find the light - lather, rinse, repeat.
Its strange how i can prefer to be lost and not be able to 'find' it, but when lost, always find 'found'. Why does it always have to be about getting 'there'? Being where one 'needs' to be....what is need? Maybe some other time. Im sort of exhausted. Whatever.
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