The endless search
for what we're missing
in life.
Never feeling whole.
Like we can't start living till we find that piece of our puzzle.
In a world of people so complete.
Being so fractured,
so tortured
ensuing insecurity,
hating ourselves.
Frustration.
Anxiety at war with reason.
How can we love,
with everything we are,
if we're not all there.

Maybe you are my missing piece.
Maybe you will help me to start
living.
I just gotta be
all in.