Unfinished

I found a torn piece of paper in my room. The following is the words that I scribbled and left to complete later, which I chose to let it be.

3.26.12

What if you stopped looking?

Deep down you know all the searching is going to turn up empty.

Overturning buckets, and digging through drawers.

Throwing out clothes and rustling about the papers.

You think eventually it will turn up.

Then time will cease and your life will be complete.

Mission fulfilled.

You're deceived.

Enclosed in a black box where life is comfortable--too comfortable.

You don't know the wrong you are immersed in, masked by right.