What I've been looking for
is a place to call my home,
a place to kick my feet up,
a place where I can unpack my bags, my tacky nick-knacks collected from years of travel spilling out from between leather and metal clasps.
What I've been looking for
is a person to call my friend,
a person who understands me,
a person who knows who I am and what I've been through, who doesn't care if some days I look like a drunk cooter brown.
What I've been looking for
is a something that's interesting,
a something to make my life worth living,
a something that I can wake up to every morning without being bored; a puzzle, a key to a door I've never seen, a something.
What I've been looking for
is a little touch of stardust,
a little tint to make me smile,
a little hint to let me know that the clouds won't always sit over my head; a touch of something magic that'll bring me what I need.
What I've been looking for
is the answer to my questions,
the things that I've been missing,
the things I want to know. I've been looking for a long time and I'll search for years to come, because what I want isn't out there, but that's all right with me.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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