Sunday, October 28, 2007

It never ends,
the search.
Suddenly the search loses itself,
where, what for? It stops right at the start.

Life goes on. Then its hood emanates from my innards again.
The search begins. "Can I love you?" I ask.
Then suddenly the search stops again.
Suspicion and thoughts take over.
That's only me, so search never ends.
Some people never search. They are calm.