She looks. She wanders. She strays. She abandons. She searches.
Whatever she is looking for, she hasn’t found because she never stops looking. She walks down blocks. She crosses roads. She drives down the freeway. She moves to a different town. She transfers her life to a different place. But not matter what she does or where she goes, she doesn’t stop searching.
She doesn’t know what it is that she wants to find, but she knows it will be like a light in years of dark when it comes to sight. Whatever it is she wants is big. It is special. It is unique. It is rare, but it is there. That’s why she tries so hard to find it.
But what is it?