


All that glitters is not gold.
"We rose up slowly...as if we didn't belong to the outside world any longer...like swimmers in a shadowy dream...who didn't need to breathe..."
do not come together and form one. But rather, they are halves of a whole that continually try to fulfill a void. Dependence and abuse are the results of wounded halves. The only remedy for a half heart is a whole hearted soul.