a sixteen year
old me went
on a search
one day.

maybe she was
broken. maybe she
wanted to prove
that it

exists.

she never did
find what she
was looking for.

all she felt
was temporary bouts
of feelings from
people.

satisfaction
sadness
anger
loss

a twenty year
old me still
holds on to
that search.

Her name was autumn
her hair a colour auburn
like a fallen leaf
drifting on the breeze
spiraling spiraling
out of control
a free spirit
with a wild soul
for she had no master
a limitless beauty
all I heard was her laughter
as she danced for me.

47 days left
into the year.

but i still
can't figure out
who he is
as a person.