Everything Fell Where They May

I have seen all kinds or people in all kinds of ways, both sick and deceived and lost, searching, waiting, and hoping that somehow the answers to their questions will either come to light or be left elsewhere and unobjectionable.I have watched good people undergo changes and become so unrecognizable in either a more spiritual or physical sense and in the end, they died as someone else to me.I spent too much time searching for a cure. And no.I am not alone. I spent what seems to be lifetimes, which have both multiplied and divided the same way terrorists divide and conquer and yes. Yes, of course.I have been looking for an answer to understand a slow and steady emptiness.I have been looking to understand the inferior excuses that changes the dynamic for an otherwise divided mind.Why? People remember pain over pleasure.Why?We recall tragedies before moments of greatness.But why?We remember the disposableness we felt when being discarded or rejected.And we store this with our insecure…