she was looking for something
having a specific idea in mind of what it was
while at the same time not having the slightest clue of what it would look like if she ever met it face to face
only knowing it by the feeling it would bring
as if a touch of emotions that it left
she felt it as if it had been her home all along
always running by and touching her ever so slightly
but never fully grasping it
yearning for it in the loudest of moments
feeling its deepness in the quietest
she knew that the only honest way to this home-something place
was through serendipity