As we face our completeness we will see our true form,

an image constructed from bizarre pieces of folding materials shoved into a package we call ourselves,

but is it the face we show all those around us,

is it the image we let everyone else perceive us to be,

or is it a shadowed images bathed in the darkness of our broken souls,

whatever the case,

however it may come,

in the end,

when our lives are done,

we are one with the everything we have run from since we escaped our mothers womb….