I am not lost.

Not fully, anyway.

I have been. There are parts of me that feel lost, scattered. But I am in there somewhere, in those scattered pieces. They are floating.

Now is the matter of plucking them out of the floaty, and clinking them together, like magnets that were always supposed to be together. That satisfying "clink" when they connect. In a chain or in a clump. I like the clump better. All glomming together in one ever-growing clump. Clink. Another piece.

Then, as the clump grows, I start growing. I start feeling. I start glowing, even. I travel. I make friends. I have a team. I shine. I build. I become.

Clink.

Little gloms. Little grows. Until I am a mass. A big mass. Of shiny, glowing nethril, to borrow from Tolkein. An impenetrable mass of golden, glowing light.

Attractive, beautiful, wonderful. And true.