Do you know when you've lost something-like your favorite CD's or a set of keys (because you're too dumb to remember where you put it)-- and while you're looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten?
Well, whatever it was, there was a point when you decided to stop searching, did actually decide to forget about it, maybe because it was no longer needed, or a new replacement was found. It is almost as it never existed in the first place, until that flash moment of rediscovery, you recognize those lost things again.
Everyone has one, an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.
I presume, this is where I belong. Among all your other lost things.
Like an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book.
I hope you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.