These "perceptual patterns" woven, deep within.
Not even life itself, could manifest something more beautiful.

As we open our eyes from birth;
The undaunted tears of uncertainty wash away the remains of our "unborn" self.
Our spiritual energy splits, then converts into physical form...
Then history writes it's story.
Never knowing what I was before.
Never understanding the void I feel.
But for things I wish i had?
"Completion".
We all have have our "other halves".
Yet spiritual energy can be converted in many forms.
Therefore, trial and error comes into play.

Though there are many...
these "perpetual patterns" only harmonize with the perfect piece.
Another beautiful beginning to a catastrophic end;
my expedition for "completion" remains inevitable.