2 Become 1

2 Become 1

Sometimes I wonder if I’m meant for another. Am I to walk the Earth as a lone-wolf? Or will I hear my heart’s song come from my penguin? If I have to choose, I want the pearl. Two alien hands coming together has to be the most beautiful sight. It’s the foreign touch that makes our nerve endings tingle. It’s that feeling other than your own that can make you feel an infinite warmth. After a long walk through the darkest of tunnels, it’s the light I long for.


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