The memories: What if I am lost forever?

What if I am lost forever? Not lost in the loud, obvious way—but quietly, drifting through days that look fine from the outside. What if I keep moving and still never arrive, keep searching and never recognize what I’m looking for? Maybe being lost isn’t about place at all, but about forgetting the sound of your own voice, the shape of your own dreams. And yet, even here, in the middle of uncertainty, I wonder if being lost is just another way of becoming— slowly, painfully, honestly.