I think everyone has lost something, at least once in their life. But how do we endure the bitterness of loss?
Since I was child, I survived by creating my own imaginary world. Drawing and writing helped me to escape tragedy. It didn’t solve problems,
but at least I could feel some release and move on.
Several years ago, I chose to move to a New World.
It was a major decision, a life change.
Just like a baby, I've absorbed so many new things,
but it's difficult to express myself freely with words.
(they sometimes seem like sounds without meaning)
Social interaction is frustrating also.
(I begin to feel invisible, and wonder if I even exist)
I’ve been losing myself,
but I must persevere...
Please find your own story in Lost One, as I have.
When the door appears, open it and go!