Lost n Found.

she walked and skipped, her world was still set against the backdrop of a calm salty afternoon with shy sunlight and colorful houses along the shore. she breezed and bruised easily, she often let herself lost deliberately. she had never wanted to be found, but that day she hoped that someone would find her and take her home. she took photographs using her polaroid camera of almost everything came across her wandering eyes. click, a cat yawning. clack, candy wrappers on the dock that seemingly had been stepped on too many times. she didn't bring with her any books nor ipod to distract her from the outside world, she felt that her mind was already overcrowded with all the poems, quotes and the lyrics. she needed a touch of reality because she'd been away for too long from people with their smiles not just emoticons, their ringing laughter not just 'hahaha' written before her eyes. never she had felt so alone until that very afternoon. she had decided to go to that place because she liked looking at bright colors painted on each one of the houses stood near the pier. the chipped paint made it historical, she thought. being there felt like going back to a century ago although in her mind, everything would look black and white. many strangers, the village fellows she supposed, were greeting her. she tried so hard not to appear lost and clueless though in her heart, she needed a compass and a map so badly it hurt. the sea breeze played with her long brownish hair. the memories of her past love played with her fingers she started to write his name in the sand. then she walked away, knowing that sooner or later the sea would erase it and swallow the sorrow. the night fell, she went to a bar where she heard a loud cheering music from inside. she wanted to be a part of the joyous habit the village had to offer. at least, she could drown so deep in the happiness of others instead in her own imagination. it was midnight, she was still alone, still lost. nobody would take her home. the train would depart in the morning. she got 5 hours to sleep and only one chance to take the last picture on her polaroid. her hands gripped on her flowery skirt. she held her tears back. she bit her lips that smelled like cherry. it was sweet. but kisses had always been sweeter, she'd recall. she shrugged as if surrendering to the fact that she was alone and made peace with it. she took out her camera out of the pocket. brushed her hair with her fingers, tidied up her messy bangs, corrected her awkward smile. she took a photograph of herself then left the picture on the table. symbolic way to leave her memories behind. she paid the drinks and left the bar. she almost bumped into a guy on the way out. she was too busy with her newfound feeling she didn't notice the smile on the guy's face. he chose to sit at the table which she had occupied before. he saw the deserted picture on the table. he lifted it and studied her smile for a while. he realized it was the girl he saw when he entered the bar. unhesitatingly, still holding the polaroid, he stormed out of the bar to chase her. 

would she be found? or would she still be lost? did she still feel the need of being found?

"But can't you see i'm lovesick?
I need a cure so bring it real quick
This time i'm fearing heartbreak
Look at the time it's almost daybreak
Oh i don't want to settle down
I don't want to leave this town
I'm feeling lost and found
Am i wild, wild, wild, wild, wild?"- Taken By Trees.

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