For you, dear soul, only one who embraces you in your wholeness will ever do -- someone who will never half-love you or pluck you only to watch you wither.
As soon as you stop carving through the caverns of your soul, trying to find something more, the world, and all of its high hopes and searches for meaning, will simply cease to exist. We will walk around, empty shells under the palm trees of delusion that this picture of paradise is all we have ...