That's not so bad...

most of the time. 

Most of the time, I get lost on accident. 

I get preoccupied with the world around me and forget to focus on what needs to be done.

I lose sight, for just a few moments.

I seem to get lost rather frequently this way. 

But sometimes,

every once in a while,

I get lost on purpose.

Sometimes I think that if I get lost then maybe I won't have to think.

Maybe my worries and torments will get lost too.

Maybe if I say we need some distance, we could branch off on different paths. 

Maybe for a few seconds, I could crawl out of the hole I've made for myself.

Maybe I wouldn't have to come back.

But I know I do.

So I meet up with my worries at the first glimpse of light, 

and we go back, hand in hand.

I survive only on the moments of being lost.

It's too much a part of me to let go.

I guess it's who I've become.

Lost.