There it was, I couldn’t see why but just as I was about to reach it, it fell, like if someone had been waiting for me to try and grab it.
such a waste, such a loss that wasn
Lost is the best thing to be. Because you’re looking, and people are looking for you. Things are being discovered and you are discovering a whole new world. The only thing being found is good for is connecting what you now know to what you’ve known all along and sharing it with the rest of the world. So…get lost.
yesterday i found a dollar. instead of donating it or trying to find its owner, i bought a lottery ticket with it. i didn’t win the lottery. i guess i wasted a dollar, but if i had won the lottery, i probably wouldn’t be saying that. i guess the real question is, what should i have done with my newly found dollar? was there a better way to spend it? should the measure of its value be the impact that it produces?
I have found out that I do not love you, it took a while, I became lost in your letters, in your eyes, but mostly in your lies, those were the best part about you.
I was lost and now I’m found…. foundling…. I’ve got nothing to find in this word “found”. I’m busy stewing in my new found knowledge that maybe i am settling for mediochre and I find that unsettling in itself.
Lately, I feel lost most of the time, but I know that it is not a nice way to think, so I lie. Of course I know who I am. Of course I know wherewhatwhywhenhow I am.
Of course.
Over the years in which I have existed, I have found very many lies and a few shining truths.
You are a unique snowflake. Lie.
You can do anything if you put your mind to it. Lie.
You can try harder. Lie.
Truth: The future is all I have.
oh, found some random page on the internets. also, dunno if it will work because i have flash disabled, and i see a flash object right here above this text box. wonder what this is all about. also, don’t know if the time is up already.
i’ll just stop typing and see what happens.
He found it, when he looked at her. The woman he’d always been looking for. And all it took was just a look to realize that. It had nothing to do with her physical appearance, and everything to do with the way she smiled at everyone, despite their reactions, and let other people onto the subway before her, even though she’d been at the front of the line. And then he watched her get on the train herself, just before the doors closed, and speed away, without even knowing her name.
I’ve been lost for a long time. I don’t know which way is up. Will anyone ever find me? Will anyone even bother to try? Why oh why am I still in this hole, alone?
I found a bag of apples lying outside my front door this morning. They are all rotten for the most part and don’t look very good to eat. I’m very hungry though…
i found a pickle, pickle pickle pickle. FOUND IT I DID. found is a great word it makes me want to find things that i have lost. i like finding things that i haven’t seen for ages. FINDING THINGS IS GREAT. you should go find things to see what you’ve lost over time. FOUND IT YET?
I found a virus on my computer last night. Matt found a way to kill it this morning, but now I have to reinstall dystopia so I can found some bitches and frag their asses (hopefully).
Mike found me huddled in the corner. I was crying again. It just couldn’t be helped. It was the long days, the sleepless nights, the work just piling in on top of me. It never ended. Ever. And he just had to find me there. I didn’t want to be found. I wanted to fade away from the world. Run away into oblivion. That way no one could expect me to do all the things they wanted me to do. No one. Ever again. If I vanish again Mike, please don’t come looking…
I found a letter the other day. It belonged to a man I never knew. His name was Tyler. The name was mentioned in the letter. Her name was Eliza. She loved him.
Things I have found: ruptured capillaries on my leg. peace after sorrow. a quarter on the sidewalk. a notebook I thought I had lost. inspiration from the weirdest places. my best friend and husband.
peace found after years of struggling, years of fear
lost time or necessary?? Time will tell us what we really foun…then, whatever we live and might find at certain moments of our live, we can’t keep it –
peace, love, happyness…the day comes when we have to let go. Everybody without exception.
And the same as the good in’t for ever, bad things will pass one day!
I found money on the street… a loooot money, and it was in a cuvert, with a name and an adress… what should i do!? keeping the money? giving it to the recipient? Or taking half of it and giving the other half back!? I have no fucking idea… damn…
what does it mean to be found? can you be found if you’re not sure where you are? not sure who you are? being lost and being found play a big part in my life. i’m still waiting to be found. i’m waiting for someone to want to find me but i’m not sure anyone cares enough to bother.
I found a snippet of you in my dreams last night. Thought I had tucked you in and turned off the light. But no, there you were like a softly colored swatch of friendly fabric, lying on my pillow, reminding me of you.
Find your way home, find yourself, find your soulmate, find the answer. We’re all looking for something, for someone, for some answer. Why do we always have to search and search and search? When will we be found?
i found out so many things in my life. especially recently. i found out that i am a great person and that i make my own character and personality. i realized these things when sitting in the starbucks coffee shop. writing in a little book that says journal on the front of it. also while i was there i saw the outline of this girl and it was beautiful.
I found her in the last place I would ever have thought. Her long blonde hair hiding those beautiful eyes that I wanted to fall into; her lithe legs twisting away from me as she danced to a song only she could hear. Her fingers traced imagined shapes and at that moment, all I could think about was how much I wanted her.
no one can ever truly say they have found themselves. If you ask yourself whether you know every single thing about yourself,what you would do if a friend needed you, what you would do if you had to die,. If you thought the answer was yes you would be lying because we are never truly found, we are nothing but lost children trying to find our way through the world.
i found my ground on long island sound when i began to pound my head on a mound of flounder. the flounder looked up and asked, ‘come around here often?’
I found a big red beach ball on Brighton beach. It was rolling over the sand, heading for the sea. I ran after it and picked it up. I bounced it on the sand and kicked it. It shot off and floated on the bubbling waves.
I found a turtle this morning. It was upside down in the middle of the road so I picked it up and put it in my bag. Hopefully, he won’t crawl out while I’m at school.
I have now found a solution to my clutter.
I will listen to my friend’s advice and divide my living room into segments. My other friend said to start small. It is such an enormous task. Where do I begin?
After Keith died, I found the inner strength to move forward. My faith was tested several times. I fell into a pit and began crying for weeks. Keith’s face kept appearing in my dreams and my note books.
I found him staring at me as I was listening to a singer. His eyes seemed to cart wheel. I went up to the bar to get a cider and he ignored me. Strange?
I found a new karaoke song when I was looking for a love poem. The song suddenly appeared. It popped out on the internet. The lyrics are great, really positive and when I perform this song, I will get the audience moving and grooving!
There it was, I couldn’t see why but just as I was about to reach it, it fell, like if someone had been waiting for me to try and grab it.
such a waste, such a loss that wasn
Lost is the best thing to be. Because you’re looking, and people are looking for you. Things are being discovered and you are discovering a whole new world. The only thing being found is good for is connecting what you now know to what you’ve known all along and sharing it with the rest of the world. So…get lost.
yesterday i found a dollar. instead of donating it or trying to find its owner, i bought a lottery ticket with it. i didn’t win the lottery. i guess i wasted a dollar, but if i had won the lottery, i probably wouldn’t be saying that. i guess the real question is, what should i have done with my newly found dollar? was there a better way to spend it? should the measure of its value be the impact that it produces?
I have found out that I do not love you, it took a while, I became lost in your letters, in your eyes, but mostly in your lies, those were the best part about you.
I was lost and now I’m found…. foundling…. I’ve got nothing to find in this word “found”. I’m busy stewing in my new found knowledge that maybe i am settling for mediochre and I find that unsettling in itself.
Found
I’m found
Or so they say.
I don’t feel found though.
I have a place to go.
But it doesn’t feel like home.
I’m still lost.
Alone.
Wanderning.
but
not
found.
Lately, I feel lost most of the time, but I know that it is not a nice way to think, so I lie. Of course I know who I am. Of course I know wherewhatwhywhenhow I am.
Of course.
And eventually it seems true enough.
But then I remember that I have forgotten.
Over the years in which I have existed, I have found very many lies and a few shining truths.
You are a unique snowflake. Lie.
You can do anything if you put your mind to it. Lie.
You can try harder. Lie.
Truth: The future is all I have.
i found you. somewhere amongst the other basketball players, stood a tall gawky boy who became my husband. only 30 years later.
oh, found some random page on the internets. also, dunno if it will work because i have flash disabled, and i see a flash object right here above this text box. wonder what this is all about. also, don’t know if the time is up already.
i’ll just stop typing and see what happens.
when things are lost you hope they can be found. Sometimes I wish I was found. I feel lost most of the time but pretend I am not.
I found my shoes today.
All shiny and new.
I wish that yours were covered in poo.
Im immature I guess but I dont give a shit.
I just think I’d like to punch,kick and hit you just a little bit.
I was lost.
I am lost.
I need to be found.
Find me please.
I found myself today. I was in the last place I expected to be, curled up in my room under the clutter of daily life, stress, and uncertainty.
Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me, I once was lost but now am FOUND was blind but now I see
He found it, when he looked at her. The woman he’d always been looking for. And all it took was just a look to realize that. It had nothing to do with her physical appearance, and everything to do with the way she smiled at everyone, despite their reactions, and let other people onto the subway before her, even though she’d been at the front of the line. And then he watched her get on the train herself, just before the doors closed, and speed away, without even knowing her name.
I’ve been lost for a long time. I don’t know which way is up. Will anyone ever find me? Will anyone even bother to try? Why oh why am I still in this hole, alone?
I found a bag of apples lying outside my front door this morning. They are all rotten for the most part and don’t look very good to eat. I’m very hungry though…
i found a pickle, pickle pickle pickle. FOUND IT I DID. found is a great word it makes me want to find things that i have lost. i like finding things that i haven’t seen for ages. FINDING THINGS IS GREAT. you should go find things to see what you’ve lost over time. FOUND IT YET?
Someone’s got the answers, but I’d rather think there is nothing to be found.
I found a virus on my computer last night. Matt found a way to kill it this morning, but now I have to reinstall dystopia so I can found some bitches and frag their asses (hopefully).
Mike found me huddled in the corner. I was crying again. It just couldn’t be helped. It was the long days, the sleepless nights, the work just piling in on top of me. It never ended. Ever. And he just had to find me there. I didn’t want to be found. I wanted to fade away from the world. Run away into oblivion. That way no one could expect me to do all the things they wanted me to do. No one. Ever again. If I vanish again Mike, please don’t come looking…
I found a letter the other day. It belonged to a man I never knew. His name was Tyler. The name was mentioned in the letter. Her name was Eliza. She loved him.
Things I have found: ruptured capillaries on my leg. peace after sorrow. a quarter on the sidewalk. a notebook I thought I had lost. inspiration from the weirdest places. my best friend and husband.
peace found after years of struggling, years of fear
lost time or necessary?? Time will tell us what we really foun…then, whatever we live and might find at certain moments of our live, we can’t keep it –
peace, love, happyness…the day comes when we have to let go. Everybody without exception.
And the same as the good in’t for ever, bad things will pass one day!
I found money on the street… a loooot money, and it was in a cuvert, with a name and an adress… what should i do!? keeping the money? giving it to the recipient? Or taking half of it and giving the other half back!? I have no fucking idea… damn…
what does it mean to be found? can you be found if you’re not sure where you are? not sure who you are? being lost and being found play a big part in my life. i’m still waiting to be found. i’m waiting for someone to want to find me but i’m not sure anyone cares enough to bother.
I found a snippet of you in my dreams last night. Thought I had tucked you in and turned off the light. But no, there you were like a softly colored swatch of friendly fabric, lying on my pillow, reminding me of you.
Find your way home, find yourself, find your soulmate, find the answer. We’re all looking for something, for someone, for some answer. Why do we always have to search and search and search? When will we be found?
I was looking, searching….. then quite, still, waiting, letting go
i found out so many things in my life. especially recently. i found out that i am a great person and that i make my own character and personality. i realized these things when sitting in the starbucks coffee shop. writing in a little book that says journal on the front of it. also while i was there i saw the outline of this girl and it was beautiful.
I found her in the last place I would ever have thought. Her long blonde hair hiding those beautiful eyes that I wanted to fall into; her lithe legs twisting away from me as she danced to a song only she could hear. Her fingers traced imagined shapes and at that moment, all I could think about was how much I wanted her.
no one can ever truly say they have found themselves. If you ask yourself whether you know every single thing about yourself,what you would do if a friend needed you, what you would do if you had to die,. If you thought the answer was yes you would be lying because we are never truly found, we are nothing but lost children trying to find our way through the world.
i found my ground on long island sound when i began to pound my head on a mound of flounder. the flounder looked up and asked, ‘come around here often?’
I found a big red beach ball on Brighton beach. It was rolling over the sand, heading for the sea. I ran after it and picked it up. I bounced it on the sand and kicked it. It shot off and floated on the bubbling waves.
I found a turtle this morning. It was upside down in the middle of the road so I picked it up and put it in my bag. Hopefully, he won’t crawl out while I’m at school.
I have now found a solution to my clutter.
I will listen to my friend’s advice and divide my living room into segments. My other friend said to start small. It is such an enormous task. Where do I begin?
After Keith died, I found the inner strength to move forward. My faith was tested several times. I fell into a pit and began crying for weeks. Keith’s face kept appearing in my dreams and my note books.
I found him staring at me as I was listening to a singer. His eyes seemed to cart wheel. I went up to the bar to get a cider and he ignored me. Strange?
I found a new karaoke song when I was looking for a love poem. The song suddenly appeared. It popped out on the internet. The lyrics are great, really positive and when I perform this song, I will get the audience moving and grooving!