By Kaye Cunningham
Date: 21 July 1997

Seeking

So many people searching. And, yes, I am one of them. Seeking to fill  the void 
within us all. Words flowing across a screen like golden silken threads weaving
into my heart and mind, filling the abyss of distance and time. Seeking for the
one who would love me, and yet, believing in my own heart, that he may not
exist. That this may be all I can have.  Only the pleasure of holding these few
precious threads. And yet, my arms hunger, craving substance, like a hollow
pain within me, swirling red and purple hues through my mind and soul. Desires
left untouched by hand and heart,filling my mind with images of bliss and
wanton passion and yet remaining so unfullfilled in the passing of the moment.

Seeking, when there is nothing left to find around us. When the voids become
too  great to fill, when the real time pain becomes so confusing and abstract,
looking all the world like a Picasso hanging in a empty museum. No one to care
about the masterpiece, no one to gaze at the swirling colors, to wonder about
its creation or its creator.

Why? Because the emptiness is here. Filling me, consuming me, a fire left out 
of control, fed by the winds of time and disconnected emotions. Consuming me.
Leaving a charred brittle lump of what was within before, unhopeful of
restitution. 

Seeking. For love, For fulfillment, For kindness. Is it Here? Have you found it?