Lost

I’m lost. It’s nothing new, I just sit around and overthink, overcompensate, over complicate, overwork the brain but it has its limits. I see now what I do, how I am, who I become when I’m lost. It’s crazy though, you see it, you feel it, you know it but still you dare to ask me what my thoughts were. I can’t answer, I’ve been chasing the answers for years and still I have yet to see the light at the end of my tunnel, funneled from the beginning of being lost. lost, is how I feel without you. It’s been 3 days now and still I feel as if we’re hanging on by a thread. I hate this feeling of being; being lost, being crossed yet again I pour another glass of champagne because for in this moment, I feel found and not lost. Lost, is what I feel, and I know I’m not helping this feeling by overthinking, over complicating over working, but still I can’t help but needing the answers I’ve been yearning. How I hate being lost sometimes, but how I love finding out more about my damn self.