You know how sometimes you just really want to connect deeply
with something else in the universe?
I want that infinitely.
I am the incarnation of torn apart. And it’s complement, to be adjoined.
Individually, I could connect and be made complete by every one thing.
if attempted to accept them together.
Doomed to be lonely in a crowd
and fulfilled wholly by one face-to-face interaction.
And never neither content nor relieved in the presence of nobody.
I am a gorgeous young woman.
With her secrets of flaws and viciousness.
With her ailments.
With her hope and her pessimism.
With her naivety and wisdom.
With her constantly aging physical form – and her increasing confidence,
because of the increasing number of things that she has already done before.
and if not with success,
then with the gain of more of that coveted wisdom.
It may take my lifetime to feel complete.
It may take infinite.
A state of being I am doomed, but blessed to repeat.
For if there’s anything worth living a thousand times over,
is it not for a desire for unity?
Perhaps one of these lifetimes, I will simply find it.
and stop searching.
and be complete.