so you imagined the day
where the hurt was finally found
you had looked everywhere
started countless searches
but all that really mattered you
thought
was that the finding would be enough
that once at your destination
that falling from a cliff feeling
that separated your waking from sleeping would finally end
but all the lines are forever open
and everything is like glass
even you
so when you touch
there seems to be blood
flowing backwards to it’s source