Where do you look when you've lost yourself?
Instinctively we look to our surroundings assuming that a piece of us has been misplaced amongst the weather changes and tradgedies
Sadly we find no trace
So we...look at the lives of those around us, those we've found and befriended and those that have found us looking for familiarity in their faces, their embraces, their conversations, and their touch
What's there?
Nothing much.
Not us.
Not what we're looking for or have lost, but there we at least find fragments of our own hearts that we've given away or invested and can feel a slight sense of completion
Instinctively we look to our surroundings assuming that a piece of us has been misplaced amongst the weather changes and tradgedies
Sadly we find no trace
So we...look at the lives of those around us, those we've found and befriended and those that have found us looking for familiarity in their faces, their embraces, their conversations, and their touch
What's there?
Nothing much.
Not us.
Not what we're looking for or have lost, but there we at least find fragments of our own hearts that we've given away or invested and can feel a slight sense of completion
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