lost and directed

because when art is incomprehensibly beautiful, it sparks wonder in me that it drags me in an endless process of trying to make it sense whilst being lost and directed at the same time—it makes me want to weep with this intense desire to understand it, but also want to admire it as it is. because this feeling is so poetic; it is incomprehensive and i think it is beautiful too—i think it is the same as love, it is another form of love.