This feeling I almost can't describe...

Insipid, yet volatile.

As I ransacked the place with my eyes & mind

Droplets of memories trickled down me

Insipid, yet volatile 

This place now I can describe

This feeling now, I can accept.

Insipid, yet volatile.

I opened the door finally ...

Only to disappoint myself, and then to smile at my own juvenile attempt.

Nope : can't see what I am looking for, but can't wait either.