when i see you, i see me

i think that there is something
strangely beautiful about being lost.
no matter where that is, or why.
if you are-- it's wonderful.
when you are not fully whole
there is a
mysterious
lust that consumes your being.
as you are engulfed your mind
finds
peace amidst this cluster of desire:
hopelessness.
as soon as reason knocks
and is begging for your time
not a single voice is loud
enough to save your self destructive
thoughts.
as the tugging on your
shirt becomes something just too strong
to fight,
reality & love
are now something to be held.
or. you could just
jump & fall
to where you feel safe.
oh, how i wish to prove this wrong because
darling, there is something strangely
wonderful about being found.