perhaps..

and even though i curse the sky for not being able to make up it's mind..

i'm quite guilty of the same crime.

however, my decisiveness is of far less importance than yours.

i have walked through these littered streets, searching desperately for some sign of reality, for something to scream to me at the top of it's lungs. something that will become so  terribly obvious and apparent that it will steal my full attention. 

something that will draw me inward in a ghastly fashion. something that will lift me off of my broken soles and pull me.

something that will let me feel it's heart beat...

something that i can feel, breathe, taste, touch, see...

something with blood pumping viciously through it's crooked veins that lay tangled in some sort of irregular, gorgeous symmetry.

some one that i can hold...

have i found you?