Thoughts on Being Lost

I love how the sun lays so effortlessly on my face, or the way my body recognizes a good song.
I think it’s wonderful when the wind caresses your skin, or a baby smiles.
I could spend hours counting cracks in the pavement or running blades of grass between my fingertips.
I laugh at the irony of an open world, but the odds of a gnat landing in my eye.
I love that in silence, my mind is the loudest.
I think that it’s beautiful when your heart feels completely full.
I cry on open highways, but I can’t trust these man-made metals to keep me alive.

We’re all searching to be found,
but I like being lost.


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