Lost things
You know when youāre holding a pen while doing something, then the next minute, you go do another thing and a second later you just canāt find your pen? You try looking for it everywhere, right? But still you just canāt find it. Then when you finally forgot its missing it magically reapears - under your pillow, cabinet corners, on top of your freaking table. Lost things got me thinking, maybe we donāt really lose someone. That one way or another people find their way back to people - as memories, as lessons or when you're lucky enough, as chances. And maybe, just maybe, I never really lost you.













