Searching: after the fact

My whole life I’ve been searching for something, I never really knew what this “something” was but it had always been missing, like a sock or the last piece to a puzzle. Always missing but never missed until it was needed. I would search and always I came up more full of empty of questions to answers, meaning, acceptance, love? I ask of so many so little and yet returned nothing, expecting and yet asking so few answers.

Sitting alone at last among the most people I have ever allowed myself, this missing piece, all along I have been searching for me and fighting my all to become you.

The End

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