Being lost isn't the same as being nowhere. Being lost is worse because there's the false hope that you might be found.

I swoon into a standing eight count. Goddamn, I actually feel my consciousness want to detach and hide like a turtle retreating into a hopelessly soft shell that won't save anyone.

It was so dark it was like noting was there in the room but us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.

There is fear in being lost, but if the place being lost is beautiful, then there is fear in being found!

Sometimes being lost is the best way to find yourself.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?