I am always losing and finding people. I am always losing and finding myself.
And when people don’t love me back, and my body doesn’t love me back, and my school doesn’t love we back, and the world doesn’t love me back, I find it in myself to search some more.
I will look in my soul and I will look in Dostoevsky and I will look down your throat and and if you want me to I will even look up your skirt and I will look down the roll of a joint and the barrel of a gun and I will look in what is left of my soul, I will look in the place I last saw it and the last place I’d ever guess and I will double check.
I will look until I sound like a lunatic, or like a song by the indigo girls. I am always losing and finding, it’s not that serious anyway.