Loss is such an awkward word

Loss is such an awkward word

You can lose your lunch and you can lose someone you love and its not the same thing.

You can find your life, your dog and your favorite pair of shoes

But maybe its just me and I'm using the wrong navigation app but I cant seem to find anything like that summer of 2005

When life tasted like strawberry Fanta and sounded like crickets at twilight when we sat on the curb and

pondered the mysteries of 17 year old life.

Maybe someone spilled reality on my treasure map and we're all out of bounty

but maybe the part of growing up they leave out of the brochure is the paragraph that explains that people

you love will die for no reason sometimes, several in one week even.

At night when the questions of "what if" clog your heart when all you were trying to do was sleep and not

solve the mysteries of life.

You have to remember. always REMEMBER. But keep walking.

Despite the fact that it feels like you left pieces of your heart on the road labeled "12-27" and unlike shoes,

dogs and favorite movies you'll never get those back

The best thing to do, in fact the only thing to do is to keep breathing

Because they can't and regardless of your feelings on what happens after this.

The treasure map labeled "27-90" looks promising and this time its laminated and somebody brought handi wipes.