For awhile there I just lost it.
No. 'It' is an understatement.
I lost them. For while. I guess.
The excitement, the curiosity, the thrill, the wanting, I lost them all. Nothing seemed to have awoken me up from my state of lossfullness, if there was such a thing. Well, not that I waited to be woken up anyhow. I didn't mind.
But the thing is, not only I didn't mind, I didn't care either.
And this return from the loss, if you will, is out of an unnecessary obligation that I am back to feeling. Like owing an explanation. Like answering a question, un-asked.
Weird though, it was when I lost them all, that I was found. Like it was a complete totality on the opposite side of my lost world. Like it was an either-or more than a neither-nor.
Obviously, though not quite apparent, I am back not to make more sense, but less.
Hehe...I haven't changed much have I?