The quest

Some lost, some found

some scattered, some bound

to the whole,
to the part,

to the finish, 

to my senselessly beating heart.

A shooting star, fading 

into the darkness, into space

out of sight,
still on my mind,

a tiny void, and

a fleeting wish.

Unspoken emotions,

spill fluidly
through these cracks,

revealing vapours of

tiny heartaches

and a few unknown facts.

Dividing me today,

into several pieces

that fight to come close,

fight to stay far,

and fight everyday,

unsure of what they are.

A strange attraction

then comes to play,

to a familiar face,

a forgotten name,

a lingering memory,

of a distant place.

Dreams and ambitions,

a powerful rhythm,

a wistful reminder,

of a painful addiction - 

- slice through me 

this invisible weapon.

Enemy and friend,

the illusion of freedom,

and the endless longing

for a home, for a soul - 

- an incomplete saga

of a happiness ever after.

           - Few pages from the story of my pointless quest.