Friday, January 27, 2006
Shells
Nothing QUITE like the beach at dawn to arouse retardedly poetic ruminations.
See, I've always had this sort of fascination for those little clam shells. You know, the ones that open and leave two perfect halves, and sometimes you find those two halves still attached to each other?
Well, I've been collecting those (sort of) for the past couple of years.....was lucky today, found like, five.
Today was the only day I actually thought about WHY I've always liked them.
Maybe its because by nature, I admire perfection. Correctness. Accuracy. The way those two halves ALWAYS fit together with machine-cut precision. I've always been someone who loves it when there are pieces that fit perfectly to create a whole. Explains why I'm also obsessed with lockets and jigsaw puzzles.
Or it could be something else.
It could be, that like everyone else, I have this deep rooted desire buried somewhere in my tiny black heart.....
To be someone's other half.
And then I realized something.
When you find these shells on the beach, it looks like they were made for each other. Two halves of the same whole.
But what about when you find one WITHOUT another half.........
Its just as whole, isn't it?
See, when you think of "other half", you think of something..........broken. Something that's been split into two. Cracked. Not whole.
But half of that two part shell, it's a whole on its own.
The other shell....its other half, so to speak, is just a complement.
It's just something that makes it that much more special.
I've been thinking a LOT about relationships and such, and what happens when you let someone become so much a part of you that it's like you're broken, incomplete, not whole without them.
That's why its so important to look at relationships, not as a heart that when broken in two ceases to function without the other half....
But a pair of shells, that when broken apart, STILL retain their own personality, STILL retain their own charm, STILL retain their own beauty.
And here I go, rambling again.
Ignore me.
Queen Sana at 6:23 PM
