Admittedly
My search is comparable to
Searching the shoreline of a continent
For a rock that appears
No different than the others

True love a hypothesis
That I struggle to prove

Other men walk the shoreline
Picking up rocks without a care
And when they have had enough
Tossing them out into the ocean
Seeing how many times
They can make it skip
Before it sinks into the deep.ression

Those sad men
Secluded in their illusions
Without belief of love
They preach schadenfreude instead

They laugh at me for having a dream
Involving something more than flesh
Tell me that I'm missing out
That life is too short to waste my time
On some useless ideal

I tell them I do not count my breaths
I tell them that I have yet to live
And they never will

I tell them
That living life
Requires so much more than breathing

Life is found
In the moments you don't breathe
Because your breath
Was stolen away

I can always be found
On this beach
Waiting for the tides of fate
And the waves of destiny
To bring a miracle my way



*Schadenfreude - Pleasure taken from someone else's misfortune.*

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