Searching for Love. Searching for love on the other end of the phone, the message of time, money, and the meaning of life. Fear and greed, will it all be true again. The end of a. rainbow, the crossing of a bridge, to look for something new. Trembling at the thought of love. Looking for some form of truth, but finding some form of lies. Will there ever be any sort of happiness while looking for meaning. I thought that I knew what it was that I was looking for, the meaning of life in the relief of death. Will I ever find that place in the middle? I want something that I can call my own. I love the thought that I just might have something that is new and that will be my own. There are always beginnings and there are always endings, except for the never-ending march of time. It all sweeps us away to the same end. The end that is always closer than what we might believe. We all need to be able to laugh at ourselves, because if we don’t then someone else will.