Unearthly Match

The only thing I must do right now is stay calm.

This urge.

This feeling of resentment.

The feeling of an unmatched soul.

I cant find it.

I belong to something.

To someone.

The peice of  a latched soul that was half brocken.

Im a half substance of that behavior.

Skin of diffrent patterns.

Like solar sement indulged with contracted DNA.

That form of a lost combined tectrus.

The parthonian organs of a sandstorm.

And his love to find me.

I might throw things for a while and fill up a tantrum enough to blow out my half species.

But I will find him.

And he will, me.