She was born, she lived
\nAnd yet her life felt imperfect
\nHer heart desired for something more
\nTo go out, to explore<\/p>\n
Until that one day, when life decided
\nTo run out, to go into the wild
\nAnd she packed what was needed
\nAnd left what she wanted behind<\/p>\n
And thus she went, as life called
\nVentured into the unknowns
\nThe mornings she gathered
\nThe nights she gazed
\nAnd once in a while she wrote
\n
\nOf endless desires, of human emotions
\nOf love and sorrow and pain and joy
\nOf fights and peace, of machines and men<\/p>\n
And so the seasons passed in contentment
\nThe first winter was easy, the second was known
\nIt was the summer she saw a pair of birds
\nBut by the time she was close they had already flown<\/p>\n
Yet the damage was done
\nAnd the heart revealed its true nature
\nAnd the days that followed were of turmoil
\nPeace was broken, contentment vanished
\nAnd she searched for the answers<\/p>\n
Why she questioned? I was born alone
\nAnd I die alone, and I have all that I need
\nWhy she asked her heart?
\nThat it wanted more, of something
\nShe could not provide by herself<\/p>\n
Why do you want to be loved by another
\nWhy do you seek the company of someone
\nWhy do you try to find joy in words
\nNot spoken but heard<\/p>\n
Why do you seek out the warmth
\nOf someone else beside you
\nThe comfort of the arms of a human<\/p>\n
Her thoughts floated around her
\nAnd suddenly she feared something
\nWas the meaning to existence
\nOnly when approved by an outsider<\/p>\n
Is life by itself without purpose or meaning
\nAre words meant only to be spoken to a person
\nIs love then not inner but always attached to someone
\nMaybe not always but sometimes
\nFor there are no certain answers she knew<\/p>\n
Another fleeting realization came
\nBut vanished before she caught on
\nAnd she spent days to find it again
\nHidden deep inside her mind<\/p>\n
No two minds are same and no two people
\nAnd sometimes the half formed answers
\nCan only be complete by another half
\nSo the other was important, she had to admit
\nLiving alone is not always the perfect solution<\/p>\n
What then was a perfect life?
\nA life amidst the mass of moving cities
\nOr to be by yourself nestled in your mother’s lap
\nWas there a perfect life?
\nA life with someone who would complete
\nAnd yet away from the emptiness of filled up worlds<\/p>\n
Your own private world with all of its peace and gardens
\nThat allows that someone who completes
\nIs that the perfect life?<\/p>\n
What was it then that her heart desired
\nShe pondered with a finality
\nTo love and be loved
\nTo feel the touch and warmth
\nTo gaze upon the skies, nestled in an embrace
\nTo have someone to complete your wor(l)ds
\nYes that might be the most perfect imperfect life
\nAnd she smiled again, a sense of peace found<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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