Let's Get Lost

Let's get lost. Let's get lost in this realm of the unreal. Let's get lost, let's get entwined, let's escape this prison I call home. I often get asked why I love indulging myself in words. Honestly, I don't know. Words mean the world to me. Without words, I would be so lost. My connection between words is like a bulimic's connection with the toilet bowl. If you ever take away a toilet bowl from that of a bulimic, they will probably feel utterly lost. At least, that's how I would feel if words were suddenly taken out of my life. Indulging myself in words means much more than just finding the perfect combination of words that probably will mean nothing in a few months. To me, the words I write and the words I indulge myself in are those that has been chosen carefully by me to accompany me during my sad, depressing moments. When I write, I feel like I have escaped time and lost reality. Lost. Let's just get lost.

Perhaps.

I don't understand how you can smile all day but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How you can love so innocently, but it can turn into anger so quickly. How your best friend can become your worst enemy or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it hurts just the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare. How the smell of a person stays with you even when they’re gone. How people make promises and bare their souls to someone, despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives cause it’s just easier then working things out.