In pursuit of love I tried to run
from the ordinary,
the drab of life’s existence.
Dressed in my new clothes,
I saw love lurking in the shadows,
furtively blending into the dark.
He moved like a bandit,
crouched like a sly cat,
too elusive for me to catch.
Then the madness consumed me,
wanting so badly
for you to love me madly.
Beyond the world of reality,
in quest of the love of my dreams.
There were streets filled with people,
stridently stepping like me.
Turning dark corners,
ducking through alleyways,
sniffing for their opiate,
stealing others’ needles for their dreams.
When I woke up to the ordinary,
I cried into my pillow, disappointed
that this was just a bad dream.
So I took out a clean sheet of paper
and doodled throughout the day.
Maybe tomorrow and the day
after – I would finally find you,
simultaneously searching for me,
the one who is not complete and whole
until he finds the half of his soul.