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No matter what I say, sitting here the music sinks it’s fangs into my heart. I want you so much- if I only knew your name, I’d utter it with such longing you’d be summoned to my side. How much longer do I need to wait here in the dark? If I only knew your face, I’d search this world, until you were found. I hate how lonely I am without you. What must I do to grab your attention? Is it even possible for you to need me too? Or am I alone in this unattainable desire? I want to seduce your heart, make your pulse race, engage your intellect, and inspire your wildest dreams. Chase after me- I’m lost here in this twisted dream. I locked everyone out, my walls won’t fall so easily anymore. Lie to yourself if you want to, but don’t lie to me. Please don’t forget me, even if I do.

Frequencies of Lost what does one say about a species that works harder to convince itself it’s living through the worst of times than it works to prevent it from coming true we claim to dream but don’t, we aspirate rather than aspire, claiming that air and water have changed places, that we couldn’t possibly evolve so quickly we are not invisible, so much as our cells vibrate at just different-enough frequencies of lost that we can’t see each other, can’t hear each other we’re so many universes crammed into the same space and they’re not parallel, because they touch they cross in the quantum reset of each electron’s path time doesn’t work the same way there because things move sideways every bit as much as they move forward or backward; instantaneous, sideways sinkholes re-route where we’re going to where we’ve already been and this worn mechanism of memory locks us in locks us out