I am constantly yearning
for something to pour myself into
to completely encompass me,
to be blissfully lost in
be it art, poetry, people
nothing fills the space
I am always left unsatisfied
it is always within my grasp;
the feeling of rightness
that this, is what I was born to do.
And yet always so unattainable,
I am searching for something
to destroy myself in
and I am still searching,
still searching