Restless rest.

 Lately I feel, or full, should I say,  

satiated, 

complete.

But I'm not.

I wanted peace, but it's, oh, so quiet.

My heart doesn't move, and keeps a longing.

But longing... how?

if there is nothing to hold on to? or to miss.

My feelings and mind keeps clear,

I don't feel lonely!

But I can't feel which part,

I'm sure I'm missing a part?

Should I try to find it?

Do I know how it looks?

what is it?

I think, I feel, I shouldn't try to pry on it.

I won't come unscathed from that search.