Lost

The word lost is defined as not knowing your current

location. That’s the simplest & most effective definition of the
word. So if one knows where s/he is, (they) then (I) said person
isn’t lost. But just like any word it can be used outside of its
standard and normal (meaning) context. (I You can I One) It is
quite possible to be aware of your current location, situation,
(or) and state of mind but still be lost. (He should)No one knows
this better than HIM, because HE’s been lost quite a few times.
Those few times were the best times one could ever be lost, HE
would say so himself, but with enough sarcasm (that it could b)
(blow away a to destroy to over out do the bigge that to out) to
dry out the (worst desert) Mojave desert (ever). Sure HE enjoys
the feeling, the one where nothing else seems to matter, time
stops, and (he) all HIS focus is on one thing; or to be precise,
one person.

Yes, it is exactly THAT KIND of lost feeling, and (it) maybe

HE would’ve denied it and fought it with all HIS might, but HE
recently learned to embrace (that feel) it. It definitely helped
HIM a lot, but like always, HE gets lost at the “right time”.
When everything just seems so right, it feels like the universe
is aligning itself to your favor, pulling everything into the
right position, at the right moment; but at the same time, (he)
because of the lost feeling, well, HE forgets that the universe
is helping HIM so much, which results in the cosmic forces
getting impatient & (the) leaving HIM behind.

Maybe it’s too easy, HE does like a challenge. Maybe HE’s

scared shitless, HIS heart does beat faster than the speed of
light. Either way, HE forgets HIS (GO) goal/objective; and the
cycle repeats itself, until that someone gets sick of it. So what
is HE to do? HE can’t get lost anymore, but at the same time, if
HE fights it, HE’s going down. (He can’t)The only answer is
something HE’s known for the longest time; one of the heaviest
bags HE’s carried throughout HIS life, the deepest ugliest scar
that HE’s kept hidden, the biggest, most frightening skeleton
that’s lived in HIS closet, banging on the door at the darkest
hours of night, (v) so adamant in escaping its prison. HE has to
drop the bag, stop picking at the scab and let it heal properly;
and most importantly, HE has to free that skeleton. If HE
doesn’t, it’ll only get heavier, uglier,
louder, and even more haunting. It’s the
done, the only thing HE knows will work,
heel. Like a wise teacher once told HIM,
no try.”
(and) stronger, (and)
only thing HE’s never
HIS very own Achilles’
“Do or Do not. There is

But HE is scared. Not of failure, HE’s tasted the bitter

lips of that harlot far too many times. HE’s scared of victory,
the sweet taste of success. Why would anyone be scared of winning
though? Well, if you’re like HIM, you’re just so used to defeat
that it becomes normal, comfortable. People in general fear what
they don’t know or understand, if you’ve only known (de) losing,
then you don’t understand winning. HE’s afraid of triumph because
he knows nothing about it. If HE is victorious, then HE steps up
to a level HE’s never been on, a (level) whole new ball game. HE
doesn’t think HE could handle it. HE doesn’t believe HE can play
in this new arena. Despite what everyone says about it, tells
HIM, & even shows HIM, HE doesn’t realize that HE (can) has the
abilities to take on whatever this new stage throws at HIM. Will
HE ever know (that) this? Maybe. It’s up to HIM. They can put a
mirror in front of HIM & a gun to his head to (f) coerce HIM to
look & see who HE truly is & what HE’s really capable of; but in
the end, it is HE who has to look past the scars, failures, fuck-
ups, shadows & darkness, the veil of lies & uncertainty, and see
that HE is a champion, that HE is worthy, & all these doubts were
(because) due to HIS fragile memory.