Longing February 11, 2026
Searching,
the forever unknown.
Turning over every leaf and stick,
longing for an answer.
Empty space between,
multitudes that cannot be measured.
To be or not to be,
was never my question.
When?
How?
That morn’ we mourn,
finite in what cannot be.
Confusion and devastation,
filled my heart like the rest.
Curiosity will never be enough.