Seekers and Tweakers and Broken Beakers OR I’m Also Inspired To Write While Reading

Seekers make up my closest friends.
Those who never seem to be relieved.

I am perhaps one.
Sure to claim no relief, but much to overcome.

There are parts of me that can’t wait to learn and grow.
Others feel the weight of the wide world and get stuck.
I’m on the outer-edges.

Some among my friends,
seem to have hit something like gold.
With no fear: true.

It isn’t that I’m afraid of being true, just that there won’t be a
single friend left after I’m through with the true.

Life blows up.

Seekers and Tweakers and Broken Beakers OR I’m Also Inspired To Write While Reading