It's usually the result of a curiosity for something different, a fascination perhaps of pushing past my own warning sensors.
Here I am, midnight, searching for something. A distraction perhaps, a human connection, or just anything with any substance to it.
There's nothing
At this moment, at this point I can't find it.
But I keep searching, hoping to find a salve for the empty feeling I currently have.
I know that it's pointless, and perhaps I should turn my mind again to reading instead of this empty search.
I'm reaching out to the void and grasping, trying to find myself there, but comming up short.
SG
