Closing on Closure

Frankly, I'm sick of chasing a moving object and it seems that I'm constantly doing just that. I don't understand it and I have no clue what's wrong with me. I guess it's all for the pursuit of a life filled with soul or maybe I'm just human. I suppose that I had hopes that if I could find someone who could even remotely understand me that maybe I in turn could understand myself. I learned a lot from the Angels I chased. I found purpose, I found happiness, I found a new understanding of everything around me. I found this all in their eyes. Blue, Black, and Green eyes. Though, this is me closing on closure. I'm done. I'm no longer interested in finding anything in glimmering pearl beauties. I only find the ditch where I sleep.