Everyone is looking for something.

Looking for something to hold on to

To explain what is going on

To throw more light on the depth of our situation

Sometimes we’re strong,

And we can figure it out on our own

Sometimes we’re ok,

Even when our guts tell us that we’re not.

Most times we just crave company,

We wish to banish the loneliness

And pray desperately that someone will understand

That someone will help us get through.

But there is beauty in this search,

We may find solace in the wrong things

Or see others crash and burn with the same symptoms

But undoubtedly, there is one Way to look at it:

In our search for that thing; for something,

we’re never really alone.

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