The Array of Dark Echoes: Part 3 - Whole
It stares into my very being.
It sees me for who I am.
The real me.
And I am intrigued.
This “thing” that frightens me so.
Harmless to those who do not know.
A beast to those who have had experience in its dealings.
And feeling frightened and intrigue and joy and overwhelm.
I stare back at it.
The abyss of its form is honest.
Much more than me.
To try and grasp it is like trying to catch mist.
And in the patient night.
I take it.
Maybe we are all broken. Everyone is fragments of a whole. And with family and friends, we start to piece together. But only with someone to love and love you back, will you be complete.