OTHER HALF

You are the lines in my palm, created with me, for me. The distinct whisper of the wind in my ear. The single snowflake that fall on my lips. The obsidian formed from the magma. It is many things that we are, but you cannot escape yourself, and in this acceptance is the bird’s song. It is the Lion’s roar. I am you, as you are me. In the beginning of time, our souls chose each other. In this realm, our souls found each other. Unable to be unified in one body, but there is the reunion of emotions. You are the end of my words, I am the beginning of yours. We are the coin, heads or tail, inconsequential. You are the sound of my laughter, I am the drop of your tears. You are the echo of my words, I am your silence. One cannot be without the other & there is no you without me…

— Tolú