Incomplete

Her shadow only reflects one wing. You unknowingly took the other one with you when the path beneath your feet carried you in a different direction, away from where she was standing.

To this very day she remains incomplete. It would have been better if she was broken. One can always attempt to fix something that is broken, improvise if you have to, be creative and explore or even invent a multitude of possible solutions.



But being incomplete sentences one to be subjected to an eternity of emptiness. When empty eyes stare back at you in a mirror where you no longer have a reflection. When time becomes irrelevant. When seasons change but winter remains. When even the deafening silence inside of you has an echo. When half a wing also becomes half of an heart.

me
without
you i am
incomplete
incomplet
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And yet, she’d break of the other wing right here right now, if she could use it to build a shelter where you would be safe and they would never harm you. A place that you can call your home. A place where you could give birth to your dreams. Where you could let your words run free like the water in the ocean. Where you could paint her the world through your eyes on a canvas every day. A place where you could laugh as often as you like, or pour your heartache through your tears into her hands. A place where you would know love, peace, serenity and security, within the boundaries of freedom. A place where you could, for once, become who you were born to be.

I’d give you my other wing right here right now .. if only I knew how.