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
