Solo Dolo
Dazed and blurred, I only see double
All of life originates from One
Yet, 2 create the desires of One
The animals mate not individually
The flowers mate as well
The very essence of life is maintained by the combination of elements
Rain is never singular
Each drop, drops with its lover
The blades of grass can only grow when their roots run against the other
One circular life
Some say, it is best experienced in 2s
Life yearns for itself
This is vividly expressed with another
But if I could, I would’ve been born with no mother
Life alone is sobriety, void of any fun
Forever a half
I’ve abandoned the desire of the search for one
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”
