Two halves make a whole
Two hearts join to become one soul
Two eyes that see one truth
We see different skies but take comfort in the same moon
We promised to never leave the other alone, that the love would not be gone too soon
Rejoicing in the moments from heaven,
Comforting each other when hell breaks loose.
Together through each others mountains and rivers.

Forbidden lust, forbidden love
Two souls that are forced apart
Two that yearn the others heart
Accepting each others flaws
One boy that’s far away from home,
One girl that’s questioning her own

But half a heart is better than none cause it can always be completed by the chosen one, But half a heart is like half a sun
Would it still be as bright as the full one?
Would the love be the same knowing that the other is not as strong
Why must these two hearts fight what’s in their souls
This burning desire
This passion they hold
Why must they put the flame out and become cold
Why waste away the hearts of others when they know the real future is with each other
Why not combine their hearts to become whole, to become one soul.

But having half of anything is like having half of nothing at all
It’s settling for half the love
Yet it could be more
Having half of love must be impossible, must be wrong
-The world is only existent because of wholes
One half cannot love for both
One half cannot fathom growth.
So why not have two halves of a heart
Two broken souls
Let the shattered remains of the other halves be the glue that makes these two people’s love whole
Because why face the world as half a person
When facing it as a whole is already near to the impossible

Two halves of a heart make a whole
Two hearts join to become one soul
But these two halves will never join
These two people will face the world alone- together, but lonely, like two sides of a coin
Not knowing the existence of humanity is dependent on whether they choose to love each other or choose to let it go.
The existence of humanity is dependent on all our lost souls.

The evidence of the crime is hardly ever as prominent as it is portrayed in your mind
When people don't know they should be looking, they will never know
Often it is not the facts that give you up
But the guilt
Your own deceit pushing you further toward the edge
But if you can keep the guilt under lock and key,
A well-planned story, just in case, is all you really need

Although they seem a glaring proclamation in red to me, they are in fact no more than simple scratches across my skin, organized in neat lines, nearly hidden by the way I hold my arm

Sometimes, I wonder at how much we don't see

Gentle summer breeze riding the sky

The playful sun rising and shining in my eye

Clouds dampening the harshness of the summer sunlight

Sitting in the meadow watching seconds go by

Here in this state, in this now, in this time

We have no need to think about the world we have left by

Forget that life and all its unnecessary complexities, paradoxes and restless tides

Here is what matters

Where everything is as it is, no one has two faces nothing has two sides

Everything is laid out bare for everyone’s eyes

Here is where I belong

Because here I have found peace, but on the inside

They call this the great outdoors maybe great because this is where we were meant to be

For here I feel more at home than I have ever been

And in this vast openness I can actually hear the voice of my soul speak and sing to me

So maybe this is how things were supposed to go

And maybe just maybe we were meant to live outdoors