I was on a quest to find something.
through my imagination,
i flew and found stuff
but it was just stuff
i needed
something

WHERE IS IT?

I sunk down under the water
the icy porcelain as cold as my skin
the curve of the tub
matching the ***** of my ugly spine
i gripped the slick bottom
my eyes shut tight and my fingers blue

WHY ISN'T IT HERE?

The sun was setting as i ran through the orchard
over mottled roots and under twisted grey branches
these trees dont bear fruit anymore
i kept running as the sun set
i think i was chasing the sun
because the sun is still while i plummet on little planet earth

...IS IT HERE?

Thick layers of dust and antique sunlight have settled on droopy boxes
i sit on the floor
directly in the middle of the motionless attic
the attic is silent and always smells like books
but no matter how quiet the attic is and how many times i've looked through the boxes
my mind still screams ravenously for something

something i cant find