Lost

"Lost" is such a changing word.

It can mean being stranded
without a sense of direction, or
so caught up in the moment
that the world around you melts away.

For me, to be lost is to be
surrounded by some force,
some force that makes everything
tangible and certain
disappear—
whether one's lost in a dense, foggy wood, or
lost in another's eyes, or
lost in thought,
or conversation,
or if something's lost in translation—
all that's real fades away
as a new world glosses over the old,
with a dream-like quality.

Even if something is physically lost—
say, a book, or necklace,
the memories of them remain, their place
remains in the world.

Therefore being lost is the meeting of
dreams and reality,
what is and what could be,
what has been and what will be.
Though this uncertainty can seem scary at times,
Just imagine all the possibilities.
I could get lost in my own imagination
just pondering these...