2 a. m. - 3 15

Things get lost at another thought. When thoughts get lost the train goes by.

Something new is lost, like a moment prior. That memory flies then, so what?
Someday something will get lost, and that day, that's when it'll be gone. For hours and days and weeks and years.
And it will never not be lost.
But soon it won't be. Soon something will take it's place.

Things get found while looking for something else. It's a phenomena that's never thought about because that memory got lost, forgot to think about it.
So where is it?

The same thing will get lost a dozen and a half thousand tomes. This happens. Because of course it happens.

The world is slightly cold right now. The moments are slightly frozen again. So what.

So what if it's all lost again? It happens. It'll be found, you know it will be.
So what.

Nobody told you to look for it. It will turn up when it wants to.
Or you could force it to do so.
Nobody exactly said they cared.

Or you could pace around. Freak out. Where is it and why?
You don't even remember what it is. You don't even remember why you're looking.

You're looking because there's something lost.
You know it'll turn up but you want it now.
You don't know what it is, you lost your memory and your train of thought crashed so you have no chance of remembering.

Things get lost. It happens. Thoughts get broken and memories torn away. It happens.
Stop looking, it's 2am already. Go to bed.