The World of Lost Things

I am a loser. I lose things. All the time. My current lost items include:

My eyeliner
My car keys
My house keys
My water bottle
My blue pen
My magazine
A button

This list fluctuates on a daily basis. I wonder where lost things go. How do they become lost? What constitutes being lost versus just misplaced? I wonder what one could do with all the lost things of the world. If I could collect everything I've lost and never found over the years, I wonder if I would be confused at the emotional reaction I've had to some of the items. I seem to attach myself to inanimate objects. I remember being young, maybe five or six, and my mother had bought me a balloon, a Minny Mouse balloon, I believe. My parents had gotten a divorce a year or so before and I could cling onto almost anything. I remember walking out of the store with my Minny Mouse balloon feeling content and full. Unfortunately, while my mom strapped me in, I let go of my balloon enough that it began it's ascent toward the Arizona sun. To say I cried would be an understatement. I wept. I lamented. I balled like the child I was. I was empty. I'm not sure why but I loved that balloon like a child. I wonder where that balloon went. Maybe to a world of lost things.