I long to hold a secret.
To have a place that feels like home,
And know I never have to leave it.
There's glimpses of it all around
Feelings I can't shake,
Moments I can't explain.
I cling to anything
Remotely resembling
All these invisible nudges
Whispering,
Telling me to hold on.
That it's out there.
It's real. It exists.

If you give up, it can't find you.
Keep searching.