I wonder where the rest of me resides
Are you nonexistent?
Are you in things I have not met yet?
In people, in places, in experiences
I wonder if this idea of feeling more whole is out there somewhere
It must, if I am wondering about it
But what is this peculiar language I speak?
And this I wonder if anyone else knows my soul's dialect
It's tragic to wonder if there's someone for me, like me
If that someone is me, my ideal me
I don't feel whole, World, I don't feel whole
Please send me the other parts of me
My Being, my Soul
But higher than that, send me patience
Calm my chaos
Understand my tension
Tell me the ways of water
Because I don't like a secluded reality
So send me people, send me places
Send me my entirety of my Soul.