Tiny Little Fractures

Symmetry is such a lovely thing. Who remembers the urge to complete everything half-done that you come across? A half coloured picture, or a half drawn sketch. And against better judgment, even things there are already whole. Then again, the whole theme of Completeness (or Incompleteness) is relevant to everyone.

When did you start feeling complete? How did you find out you were incomplete in the first place? Some people make it through life being messy anyway. We all look so desperate, showing guidance that we lack. And then we all get so wistful, thinking it is safer to hold back. We might not need help after all if we live in our heads.

So, are we here to go find what completes us? Because I am starting to see the ghosts of this game of hide and seek that I gave up too early.

But no. We’re nearly there.

Where will you look for me?