Do you suppose
we shall ever find it?
You know.
That something that we
push each other out of the way
in order to grab at,
in order to clutch
something
to our chest
in proud, jubilant,
wonderment;
you know,
that ?
If any of us knew what
it
was,
perhaps we could say.
I accept the mystery. Q is far closer to the end than A. Why start over?
it is the “always just out of reach”
I LOVE this. So profoundly stated.
A: we’re all grasping for our oneself. The other half that whispers to us that there is so much more…than this. But she’s wiley, for she cannot be caught, only found.
beats the shit out of me – I was 65 before realized I should have been looking for something all along – whatever it is, I’m sure I left it behind me somewhere
No, it’ll never be found… and that’s wonderful!
Some would say it’s 80% off the latest iPad at Walmart on Black Friday!