My face is focused and soft while eyes dart across each page with solemn fascination. My hands sweep over the table to keep my restless mind at ease without constant motion. I can't help but stare and wonder what is going on in the mind of a "lost" soul. Perhaps, I am lost, and looking for something- or someone- to find and consume my time in learning their rhythms. What am I thinking? What am I reading? My thoughts are consumed by everyone elses, and in thoughts, these questions can be answered with grace and solitude, soul to soul, to enter the mind of an open field.