What am I looking for?
I’m not sure. But I keep trying. Keep making stupid choices, following trails that lead me nowhere. Keep getting lost, turning back in fear at any hint of a happy ending. Keep rushing back to hide behind myself. To cuddle up with my loneliness.
Sure, I know what I’m looking for. But I’ve forgotten what it looks like. Can’t remember what it feels like.
And I’m tired of looking. Oh, so tired.