“...and finally, having lost what was to be lost, my torn and black heart rebels saying enough already, enough, this is as low as I go”
“And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.”
“I know what the fear is.The fear is not for what is lost.What is lost is already in the wall.What is lost is already behind the locked doors.The fear is for what is still to be lost.”
“I'm losing my f**king mind. I've already lost my heart so I guess in a way that makes sense. I'm so f**king lost without you”
“I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything”
“I have this recurring nightmare where I'm lost in a strange forest, and my only hope is your sense of direction. Enough to give a fellow the sweats, it is.”