A less common type of anxiety is,
feeling like you're constantly searching for something,
but having no idea what is you're looking for–
only knowing that there is something missing–
and never finding it.
I guess
I’ll keep putting one foot
in front of the other,
and continue to search
for something that I don’t know is real.
Because,
what other choice do I have?
-C.H.
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
Maybe it is all a dream? Whose to tell me that it isn’t? Would you? Could you? Would you try to wake me up? . . . It was all a dream Inside the mind of a man Who fell asleep Years ago In his bed is wh
