Wandering around in the lost and found!

Wandering around, I feel empty and lost, with this urning to be found. I want to be understood. Appreciated, urned for. But I am not, so I lay here in this box called the world. The world of the lost. Wondering if someone out there will find me worthy to be found. Am I that important enough that someone will come searching through this box to claim me? Do I stand out enough that they will reconigze me and know they can not live without me.
How many more things will be piled ontop of me until I am so at the bottom that I will never be found. Do I struggle to get out of the box and find that person on my own? What if they are in the box too? How can two lost people find each other?
Until these are answered, I will contintue to lay in this box of lost and found, hoping one day to belong to someone, to be that special person that someone has been searching for. I hope to never be lost once I am found.
Do you ever feel lost?