I am lost.
Lost in a way that there is nothing around the river bend,
the pool here is deep with crystal.
Lost in a way that the size of the moon tells me how many days have passed.
Lost in a way that every gulp of water feels like a perfect moment.
I am lost in a way that nothing I need is out of reach.
I am lost in a way that I am far far from those who are always near,
and I am far far away from feeling they are lost.
I am lost in a way that holidays go unnoticed.
I am lost in a way that a birthday can't be more special than all the other days filled with spectacular beauty.
Lost in a way that I feel fulfilled by memory alone.
I am lost in a way that I joyously know exactly where I am.
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| In memory of celebrations with Papa Ralph, a lovely companion on the farm made a carnival for the occasion! |
