Random thoughts in the snow

"Opened the fridge for the fourth time in 10 minutes. What am I looking for in there anyway, redemption? Maybe it's hidden behind the cottage cheese. Got to say though, it doesn't seem very filling.

Maybe I am looking for something else in the fridge, something that doesn't need to be kept cool. Perhaps what I'm trying to fill with food isn't a physical hunger. Although cottage cheese does sound good right now.

Close the fridge, hopefully this time it'll stay closed. What am I really looking for? I know it's not food. I think it's a hunger of the soul. What does a soul eat? Definitely not cottage cheese. Art? Music? Friends? Or maybe love? I won't find any of those where I'm looking. Need to broaden my search, check out the cupboards

So where can I find what my soul needs? It's not like you can just walk outside and there it is. I've got no special radar for this sort of thing. I think I just need to be patient. If I wait, maybe it'll find me. I'll bet it'll be when I'm not looking.

Still hungry. I guess I'll go back to the fridge, maybe I'll get lucky this time and find what I'm looking for, because I don't really want cottage cheese."

In case anyone is wondering, this is a form of prose poetry. Everything inside of the quote marks makes up the poem. This is the first kind of poem I've written in prose form, so please let me know if you think it's any good.