So what.

You're searching for something, but you don't know what it looks like. Is it in your room, in your chest, in your neighborhood? Is it on the internet, is it at the coffee shop? You imagine what it sounds like, tastes like - vague memories shrouded in the fog of your youth inform a sense of nostalgia - is it longing? Are you lonely or just alone? Is it painful or simply quiet? You're not sure what it feels like but it smells something like the ocean (remember never to run hand in hand with someone into the crashing waves). It smells like laundry & sweat & the honeysuckle bush down the block on the way to the bar. Is it romance, or simply symmetry? So we like the same things. So we stay up all night. So we tell each other our dreams. So we love each others flaws. It doesn't mean anything - I mean, come on, we're just trying to have a good time.