serendipity

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