Undone

As I awaken to the possibilities and break open this coffin I have built for myself, I am keenly aware of the state of inaction I remain in. There is excess energy that is spilling out into empty space. I see there is no partner to greet me, to grasp my hand, to drag me to that special place I desire.

I crave to be undone, shattered into a thousand pieces, to cry out in pain, in ecstasy, in an overwhelming of senses. I desire the ultimate release, to shed my old identity -- that which is not necessary -- and be caringly put back together.

Where there was fear, there is none now.

The mental draw licks at my skin ever so slightly. There are whispers, hope, that tickle the air.

In the empty space there is security.

For through it lies my other half.