Missing

I have been missing someone and something for all my life. There is something that makes me empty inside. A piece is missing. It ran away and never told where or why it left but i know it wants to be found because it leaves messages behind. Very short and little messages whispering about beauty and realization. Stories about peaceful and silent blessedness. I pick up these signs hidden behind the corners of clouds. Petals on the winding road. The missing piece wants me to follow it. Maybe, after a long and burdening journey, it will lead me home.