How is it that we know we are alone in this world, yet we spend every waking minute working to find someone to walk the road with us.
Is it a flaw in our wiring as human beings, or is this just me?
Over and over again, i've been proven that it's me myself and i in this universe, and yet i spend every waking minute struggling to find my other half.
Maybe he's disguised as the man I see at starbucks every morning, or my best friend who lives 3 thousand miles away.
How many times am i going to lean on you to find myself attempting to get up again from a fall.
It's a vital flaw we all suffer from, the need for our "better half"... some find it in their best friend, a family member, or their significant other
Some think they have found it
Some hope they will find it
and some never do
It's been years that i've been proven that I never will. Every single person i have leaned on has at some point left me, so why do i feel the need to still keep looking?
Friends come and go, family drifts apart, men break up with you, and the only person still by you're side will be your own shadow.
We all suffer from this agonizing need to somehow fulfill ourself by finding someone to share our ups and downs with, yet most of us are destined to share these moments with ourself and only ourself.
-XOXO
currently hoping this is the lowest point
ARIADNE
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