Something and something else

For all our lives we search for something…something that lasts…something that distracts…something that gives meaning to the wretched banality of a day largely wasted doing things we do not want to do…something….we’re just looking for something that makes us feel whole again…something to connect us to the uncertain tumult that pushes today into tomorrow…something that can rule and order and disturb…something is a something else, somewhere else, someone else…something can be hopeful or simply resigned…glorious or defamed…something can be within or just perpetually beyond our grasp and field of vision…something, anything, to buy some more time, to restore that which has been lost…to put a halt to some irresistible force nudging us closer and closer to…something unspeakable…something wonderful…something weak and strong, something resistant and something accepting…something sacred and something profane…something here and something there…sometimes all we want is something that is ours…something that will be lost and forever our own…