AimenBolt

the notion of needing someone to complete us scares the hell out of me..
          	we are who we are, a little broken, a little messed up, and feeling alienated on this planet, i prefer to identify love as ; "being with someone who can see the broken dark corner of your souls and, doesn't try to fix you or mend you, but  show you their dark corners and, broken pieces too!. To be together, broken together, messed up together, alienated by the rest of the planet together."

AimenBolt

the notion of needing someone to complete us scares the hell out of me..
          we are who we are, a little broken, a little messed up, and feeling alienated on this planet, i prefer to identify love as ; "being with someone who can see the broken dark corner of your souls and, doesn't try to fix you or mend you, but  show you their dark corners and, broken pieces too!. To be together, broken together, messed up together, alienated by the rest of the planet together."

AimenBolt

The truth has been always there, just like the feeling of something creeping on our backs or necks, thinking it's just sweat or a turn off fiber from you clothes, you endure the tickling yet outrageous sensation, not for anything but every time this happens, every time you doubt there could be something that's not fiber or sweat, you sweep your hand or whatever object to help you reach that area...maybe you've used a mirror, yet still you found nothing, and now you've learned to ignore it but it didn't ignore you, for the sensation gets more irritating and more uncomfortable by the time, you endure it, cursing the invisible fiber or your sweat glands themselves, and only then,,,only when you're one foot in the air..you're arms flapping to get the balance..only when you see the dark abyss of ignorance staring you in the eye...that damn feeling stops and as you fall you can almost hear it if you listen closely..with a fading voice yet a very clear one..just before it disappear for eternity..you hear it says :- I told you so!.