I’ve always been looking for Something.
I don’t know what Something is.
I just know that I don’t have it.
There’s a Something-shaped hole in my spirit I’m trying to fill.
Something is full and rounded.
Something is weightless.
Something is invisible, but solid.
I have a vague idea of what Something feels like.
I can feel when I’m close to it. When I try to seize it, I feel it slip away just before my fist closes around it.
I suspect Something is constantly changing.
Is the pursuit of Something eternal? Is the pursuit itself meant to be the prize?
If it is, I feel cheated.