Where all the Lost Things Go I have long since forgotten about all the little lost things. I have always wondered where all they go. I think that's where I belong, among the crumpled notes in your old backpack and the faded words of your favorite childhood book. Among the pictures clipped somewhere inside that old drawer you had when you were 5, under the stacks of journals you longed to finish but never did. The things you stopped searching for, as if they never existed in the first place. I suppose some things are better lost than found, and of all the things I've lost, I think I miss my mind the most. I am gone but not forgotten, not quite yet at least. I am among all those things you've been looking for, yet I'm not looking to be found. My name has become unknown, even to me.

What am I? And what am I to be?

Okay how good is it I wrote it for a contest