We all searching,
searching for
something
something that makes us feel alive,
something to connect us,
to give our lives meaning,
even if only for a moment.

But sometimes the worst thing
that can happen when you searching for something
is
you can find it.

And that moment becomes
your forever.

Was it because you made it?
Or it made you?

And would your life be any different,
if you had not searched for it
at all?