Is the soul so empty that we need that of another to fill what we lack?
  Or do we simply have so much to offer that we feel the need to share that with someone who has not?
  It is a mysterious thing, our soul.
  Like the depths of the unknown ocean.
  Hiding things that have been forever here, that we search for but may never find.
  We spend our present time on a journey looking for what we think may complete us.
  Searching for a puzzle piece with an unknown shape, unknown colors and unknown location.
  But we know it is somewhere,
  So we continue on.
  Trying to find a puzzle piece, yet we are not sure.
  Not sure if it a piece that we are looking for, or an opening for our piece to complete.
  But we continue and will forever,
  Because we know there is something that will fulfill our unfinished journey.
  We just don't know what it is until we find it, or it finds us.