lost.
Sometimes a bad habit kicks in, and it sets off like a bomb dropping on your head. Your mind goes to pieces. You’re stuck beneath the sheets of your bed. You’re waiting for a train that never comes. You’re stranded in a street in the rougher side of town. You’re running around in circles, clambering sideways and under, searching every nook and cranny for that special glue that sticks everything back together. And all that happens only in your mind as you silently sit with a friend, while he talks animatedly about life and the great beyond and you wonder how’d you lose so much of yourself in those few short seconds.
