The eyes on the back of their heads are their friends
watching out for their best interests…

Or looking out for the interests given.

I started to believe that there was a difference,
but I’m constantly reminded that we are the same

only with opposite perspectives
that seeks the others reflection...

Two parts of a singularity...

Little Yang's big Yin...

Same-same, but not at all.

I’m over grateful for the dot that has been given
and where my portion transforms into a solo point.

The point where I become one with my other half...

A circle that goes around,

*always.