I’m in search of symbols
I search the worst places first
starting with Social media
the dusty ones
Those few I should’ve deleted
a while back
I clean the house
Because they could be mixed in with the dishes
Or with the crumbs on the carpet
And when that’s through I sit and think
And think
If I were a metaphor where would I be?
There’s the trees
the oceans
The sky and wild creatures
Love, heartbreak, Death
Is it possible that the search
is the metaphor
The crumbs the dirty dishes
the urge to find a connection
-Saschia Johnson
~*Energy Drinks*~
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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