Where is my other half? What is it that will complete me and make me whole again, at rest?
Your other half is always staring you in the face.
Everything you think is not you, is in fact the other half of you.
This table, that siren noise, those books….these things complete you. They love you.
You are always whole in this moment, made up of everything that is.
Everything you know + Everything you don’t know + Everything you are + Everything you are not.
Constant Voice 