Lost.

I am past the cravings for crunch, meat, and spice. Now, I want something soft, sweet, and gentle. I want the world's kindness to wrap around me like a warm blanket. I feel like a lost child, hoping to be found. I long to be swept up into someone's arms, someone who feels safe. In this moment, the world is good, and the thought of anything bad doesn’t cross my mind. I imagine a soft scarf wrapped around me, my knees pulled close. I want to be brought back to what I know, into arms that hold me tight, but not too tight—just enough to make sure I know I’m safe and loved. I want to be held like I’m precious, like they’ve found me after I’ve been lost for too long. I used to hate getting lost in big places like malls, but now, I long for that feeling of being found again. I crave the relief and joy in someone’s eyes when they see me and know I’m back where I belong.

Softened eyes, shoulders falling, a relaxed smile, a soft crinkle and a few wrinkles. All at the mere existence.