Two Halfs

The world is set in pairs;
                                        Ying Yang
                                        Good Evil
                                        Husband Wife
                                        X chromosome Y chromosome
                                        

Usually obsessively opposed to the typical*,  I have a grave fear of ending up alone.
Constantly worried that what I do now, in my youth - the decisions I make, the actions I commit - will have a dire impact on
who I will be
where I will be,
thus possibly impacting
who I will meet in the future.

Consistantly exposed to sappy love songs on the radio, I'm brainwashed into believing that
"being by yourself is a path only the sad people live."
(OPHELIA AGREES WITH THIS. FUCK YOU, RADIO)

Growing old, living old. Growing alone;
the part of solitude that nobody bothers to mention.
                                                      No partner
                                                      No love
                                                      No hope
                                                      Only cats


Even though the world's system and existance is based on pairs - my someone and I will, ironically, be one. Two as a single unit: living, loving, being together.

I have no fucking clue why I am afraid.

Buzz


*Wise words from Lady GaGa