Lost and (not) Found

They say lost at sea is the end.
I dream to be lost. Lost in all the worlds, from bright to dark,
diminutive to monolithic, completed and back to the first arch.
Turning a thin piece of paper with the smell of adventure, of passion instills in me unyielding anticipation that ices my bones, yet warms my core.
The most exciting events I've experienced were found through the pages of unending towers of borrowed history, imagination, and secret memoirs.
Starting with the first encounter replete with stolen glances, followed by unease and excitement leading into the feeling that changed it all, opening me up to everything.
There's repose in the strong walls they've formed around me.
Feeling them close in tightly, coiling like a snake that won't surrender, I gasp for air, for some form of remedy. Then, I realize that in death, I will be reprieved.
I don't hear and I don't see. I can't taste and I can't feel without those walls.
Drinking and breathing it in, the moment washes over me and there is no resurfacing. 

Author's Note

I know, my format and grammar:not up to par at all. Sorry.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Umm .. I think, you`re a great Story-Teller .. ain`t ya? *Wink* .. I like how you plot your drafts with some powerful and extraordinary words ... your poems or stories take me to the world of sweet sounding dispositions with your fragrance which`s waving with your precious words. Yeah .. I like the title "Lost and (not) Found" .. sounds very intriguing. Good to read!!

[Kristen Swan]

:) glad you liked it