lost

I wanted to go to him to save me, but he was the one who broke me this time.

I have a number of questions. If I had half as many answers, I__ be in great shape.

I feel like I am a diluted version of myself. A piece of crayon that was left unused. An abandoned car that was forgotten by its owner. I feel like I am a roadside accident. People are just stopping by to see the damage, but no one is trying to help me. I want you to come back and stop me from burning my own fuel. I want you to put me back in the pack of crayons. I want you to make me whole again.

_I__ afraid of what the digital age will do to the world, to the things we think are important_ it__ almost like people want to believe in some illusion that they__e robots and forget altogether that they__e real, living people_ but everything these days is disposable, even people themselves, and that__ why I__ afraid for the world,_ Mandy confessed, looking depressed and worried.__o am I_ but I__l still watch all of it as the world dooms itself, because I want to see how it ends, and whether or not they__l be intelligent enough to forget all of this digital illusion afterwards,_ Alecto explained. ____ sure that they__l be able to realize how wrong it all is_ even though the idiots outnumber most people these days, there are still enough intelligent people to fight against it.

moving on means we have to protect ourselves.

Innocence could be lost more than once after all.

Love for the beauty of the soul. I shall love you always. When the flower of life has gone, ever I shall find you. When all is lost and winter comes, I shall be your spring time. And memory fades and wilts then, I shall always find you.... I shall always find you....

If you fear to know the cost, the value will definitely be lost. Focus your attentions on the product, not the price.

Utterly, irrevocably, lost

Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn__ final and irrevocable.

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

Jeeter?" Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. "Are you awake?" She waited.A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn't sleep. He always answered her call no matter how late it was."I'm here," his voice echoed back. "Trouble sleeping again?""Yeah.""Another bad dream?""Uh-huh," she sniffed, unexpected tears flooding her eyes. My dad was calling for me, but I couldn't find him." She couldn't believe she'd said it. She'd never told anyone what she saw in her dreams. But Jeeter understood. He'd told her before that he had bad dreams too, since his mom had died.

Imagination envisions what could be. Reality states what is. And when my journey is shaped by one of these at the exclusion of the other, I will eventually wake up on some road facing the __eality_ that I__ far more lost than I could have __magined_.

The things that truly define me can__ be lost.

Riley's sway as he disappeared down the alley, I recognized it. It wasn't booze. It was the thing that happened when a little too much got a little too messed up. They sway, it's what creeps over a person when they've begun to empty out and don't care enough to put anything back, to replace what has been lost.

If you haven__ figured it out yet, an absolutely certain way to lose something as quickly as possible is to forget the privilege you have to possess it in the first place.

The word "lost" comes from the Old Norse "los," meaning the disbanding of an army, and this origin suggests soldiers falling out of formation to go home, a truce with the wide world. I worry now that many people never disband their armies, never go beyond what they know.

What should I call you? A friend, a stranger, or a lover? I remember the day you laid your eyes on me the first time. There was just something unwavering about that moment. It wasn__ peaceful or absolute. It was definite. Something that was bound to happen. It was like as if our souls were waiting for us to collide. And oh we did! We collided like meteors, giving this universe a spectacular view. From my 2 am thought that used to keep me up at night, you soon became my 2 am call. From an almost stranger to my skin, you became a part of me. But just like every collision, ours also had to end in destruction. The 2 am call soon became a 2 am thought. The thought still keeps me up at night, but not for the same reasons. From strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers again, our journey hasn__ been ordinary. Someone asked me about you today and for a moment, I didn__ know what to call you. Who are you to me now? A friend _ no. Definitely not a lover. I guess, you and I _ we are just strangers with memories.