I’m searching for something, but I don’t know what it is,
I’m searching for someone, but I don’t know where they are,
I’m searching for myself, but I elude me,
A paradox of answers I have, the questions I do not know,
I live for the discovery of excitement,
For the belief in finding something better,
Something worth my excavation,
But when I find it all, what will I do,
For will there be nothing left to explore?
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It always helps me to express my thoughts and feelings by writing. But until now I've not been brave enough to share anything. These offerings aren't necessarily connected with any one thing, although some relate to grief and loss. Some also relate to love, joy and some are just downright daft.