when’s the last time you got lost? for me, it was yesterday on a road trip. got off on the wrong exit but also whenever I first looked into his eyes. I get lost wandering around my mother’s kitchen and often times swimming through my father’s complex soul. I’ve gotten lost on school campuses and found my way back again only to forget. lost myself today when I turned into a street that wasn’t even mine, in a car that isn’t mine either coming from a job that won’t belong to me for much longer, either. I got lost in a texting conversation and tripped over my two feet. I got lost in the first sip of coffee only to realize the shit isn’t even as sweet as it used to be. just now typing this next line of my perpetual word vomit I got lost in a day dream that I usually have. somewhere in some distant or preferably near future things will feel as though they belong to me. I won’t feel lost or out of place. I’m perfectly at home within myself but I realize that nothing belongs to me, hence… constantly feeling lost. or a loss. or mourning. the past and nostalgia are weighing exceptionally heavy and to say I desire a time machine to catapult me into 2009 all over again, is an understatement. matter of fact, take it further to 2006. like Corinne Bailey Rae sings… “I’d do it all again.” but differently, of course. to be satisfied but still drifting is such an unfamiliar concept and it’s the exact sensation I feel at this moment. so the last time I got lost? constantly.