Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too — exurb1a
Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too — exurb1a
A poetry collection about sadness, confusion, endurance, and trying to keep moving through life.
Essay
I found this through exurb1a, which already says a lot about the atmosphere around it. It carries that same mix I like in his work: existential weight, internet-age awkwardness, sadness that still has humor in it, and a voice that refuses to sound artificially healed.
What I trust here is the honesty of incompleteness. There is no polished recovery arc, no performance of being fully healed, just movement without pretending to be more sorted than you are. That tone feels close to the version of introspection I actually respect, where a person is still in process but not fully collapsed.
That is why the line I kept matters to me. It is small, but it says something I believe more and more: doing imperfectly is still a form of life.
A line that stayed
"I'm not doing my best but I am doing. Hopefully you are too"