The missing piece by shel silverstein

Sometimes I feel like I’m the missing piece and that I’m searching for something greater to be a part of. every time I think I find it I fall out of it, like it wasn’t meant to be …shit… I keep finding people and things that I believe make me content but then corruption and/or this unsettling feeling ovewhelms the relationship and I can’t deal. Its like I’m trying so fucking hard to find true happiness or some shit that I can’t obtain it. I keep trying to fill all these gotdamned voids in myself, as if once I fix these flaws I will be at peace. I just want every thing to be. Peacefulness is all I want, some kind of order amongst these chaotic times. I feel as if one day I decide to end it all and follow through with it I just want it to end with me having a feeling of fullfillment. I want love without limitations so I won’t feel so caged in by the idea that this is it forever, because that shit overwhelms the fuck out of me. Maybe love is cursed by monogamy. Or maybe I can’t learn to love everything and trully be at peace with everything else until I am trully at peace and love myself.

That’s food for fucking thought.