Found at a Loss.

I get lost in the way music lives inside your mind when you trap it between two headphones. I get lost in the way the world bows out and falls away piece by piece until nothing remains but your thoughts and the sweet melodies that guide them. I get lost in the beauty of the stillness and the sureness and the silence of a world on mute. I get lost in the overwhelming sense of being and self one gains as expectations and the constantly critical eyes descend with the sun. I get lost in the endless possibilities of wonderings and creations and revelations that take place when the sun sets and the curtain rises on a mind always on display, always pondering away. I get lost in the moments of the past and the great adventures of the tomorrows to come and the endless dimensions of impossible realities. I get lost in the beauty of simplicity and the intricacies of complexity. I get lost in your absence, in your silence, in your sly disappearance. I get lost in the perfect string of words stated ever so confidently at the precise moment of vulnerability, of opportunity. I get lost in two strangers greeting eye to eye and embracing each other with diversities set aside. I get lost in the whispers of the wind and the way the comforting sun feels when gracing bare skin. I get lost in the puzzle and the riddle and the mystery of why. I get lost in the false implications of love and the questioning and the questioning and the questioning of its existence. I get lost in your soul, in your eyes. I get lost in the lies and disguise. I get lost in the making of a moment that is sure to become a memory of the greatest kind. I get lost in the crash of thunder echoing off every towering building in the damp city and in the spark of lightning to remind us that there is light even in the darkest storms and in the grace and elegance of a shower of individual raindrops falling together as a seamless, unified mass. I get lost in the bravery of the trees to constantly undergo such drastic change. I get lost in syllables and punctuation and phonemes. I get lost in the way friends openly embrace one another with incredible amounts of unconditional love that never needs to be stated because it is constantly felt. I get lost in how absolutely spectacular individuality can be. I get lost in the way you lean against your car like you're Senna himself and the world is your racetrack. I get lost in the way the universe appears infinite but no one can be certain. I get lost in how insignificant our lovely emerald planet is. I get lost in the best things in the best ways and I couldn't be more grateful for each moment I spend at a complete and hopeless loss because those moments string together to create a life worth living.