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.