I am starting to understand that not everything comes from one thing.  I can't find what I am searching for in another person, even one that I can't seem to let go of.  But I can't find it in solitude either.  The search as it stands now, is only accomplished within itself, once I stop looking - I have not given up, but I have lost the point.  Who wants nothing and who wants everything?  I at different points have thought that I  wanted each.  But there is something else tucked deep inside of the roots of life that take me on an endless search for a soul I know waits quietly for me to come let loose, so I can finish my days chasing it...