Chronicles of words and thoughts from my attic: It is entitled "Missing"

I was wandering through my attic yet again. As i ventured through many piles of words and thoughts in my attic, I managed to get my hands on another piece of words and thoughts. I took 5 minutes of my time to stare at it. After 5 minutes, I sat down and read through it. It said:

"I'm missing something and i'm not quite sure what it is.

Missing something and not being sure what that thing exactly is, is probably harder than actually being aware of this missing object. I think this is true for the thought that there is something missing. This thought haunts me forever 'til I finally figure out what it is or 'til I eventually, find it. This is seeemingly more complicated compared to just looking and looking. Unfortunately, right now this missing thing is unbearably making me aware that i am missing it. I know that it's there but i don't know what it is or how to reach it.

For the many times I've been blind or simply dumb for not looking hard enough and losing things, this search may be the most difficult one. It haunts me. I get feelings or vibes yet I can't seem to figure out what it is and I don't seem to know how to get anywhere near it. It isn't tangible and that makes it the hardest. Do you know what else is driving me crazy? It's thei idea that's pushing me to ask myself: Is it right that I am searching for this? Am i merely wasting my time? This is torture for me as I frantically keep on searching.

If found, I'm sorry, I don't know how to reward you for it is quite impossible. There's another hint. There's only one person who could find it and all i could give in return is a part of me.

I think i know what I'm missing. I may be making possibly one of the biggest mistakes in my life for I could be wrong. That's what makes me human.

I think i know what I'm missing. What I think i know i'm missing may be wrong but as of now, it seems like the right thought to think of.

I think i know what I'm missing. I unusually say that what I am missing is not a something but a someone. My dear friend, my dear dear friend, I am here to tell you that that someone is--"


I was back to my senses again staring at this piece full of thoughts and words. The last part was torn. I was going to search through the piles again to find the remaining piece but reality had beckoned. It was time for me to go back down and finish things i had to do. As i went through my day doing things i had to do, all that circled my brain was the thought and determination for me to find that other piece. Until I find it and put it in this blog, I shall keep moving.