Is a poem about wanting, and of finding what you've been looking for.
Sometimes, life is
a dark room.
Nothing is clear, nothing
is real. Not even you.
Not dragged down,
liable to float and drift.
Reaching out, but afraid of
finding, of wanting.
Because wanting leads
to suffering,
a pain you can't ignore.
But when you reach,
and you grasp,
it doesn't seem to matter
anymore.
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