Searching

What and where is thing we want, that we search and yearn for? I'm sure that no one ever finds it or even know what it really is.

I see it the broken eyes of an old friend who wrecked four hearts against his lust. Unsatiated. Unsatisfied. He did not find the thing he sought and ran from unrealised dreams to broken ones.

I see it the middle aged couples who barked and snapped at each other and gazed wistfully over each other shoulders at bluer skies and the promise of a warmer touch. Until they found that the other touch grew cold and they longed for the safety of a home now laid waste.

Watch those listless and lost souls, desperate for someone else's joy, an antidote to their pain. watch them leeching themselves on to those who have held on to their stability, who rode the storms, who felt the siren song of this fantasy of 'what might be' and laughed at its naivety. Those lost ones hang from those who knew better, those that saved themselves from the ashes of the search for...



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Inspiration: just thinking of that thing people try to go off to find.