When you see him, or her you feel it, the pull the burn...the tingle.
Its power
pulling, grabbing. Flying above all, soaring with them, that special
someone. This is what we are, what we crave, that completeness, that
oneness, that otherness. We are half and our other half is out there, we
walk around in sorrow, yearning for it, not getting it, and those that
have it seem to squander it, yet those that do not....are envied...love
trust...understanding...that rightness of it. The feeling of
dreamyness...of that powder on the picture....its there..we all wait,
will you be there? My other Half? will you be the one? or will i be left
incomplete? am i so wrong?
We wait, not just i but others, and i trust, and believe that my other
half will find me as i search for it, and it searches for me....you who
are whole...dont waste the stuff of dreams....we who envy you know that
it is wrong.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Mayan, in the year 311 AF.