Finding What Is There

Waiting for the snow when it isn't even cold
 Looking for the puddle when there isn't any rain. 
Always looking for what isn't.


Staring into a pasture that has died away
I sat there for hours, staring.
Once feeling the ultimate love
To later feel ultimate loss.


I spend hours smiling and living..
Living in the moment..happy moment.
But inside, I am crashing down...
Barreling down into a pile...
A pile of....poop.


My strength keeps me going 
But it also brings my weaknesses. 
My heart keeps on beating 
But it gets slower as time goes.


Waiting for the snow when it isn't even cold
 Looking for the puddle when there isn't any rain. 
Always looking for what isn't there
And never finding what is.


~~grb~~
2/14/2012