Occasionally I get these glimpses of the world,
the way it really should be -
beautiful and perfect and so fucking peaceful -
and when those glimpses are gone,
I'm even more angry, melancholy, and depressed
because I want them back.

Its kind of like asking yourself:
Would you rather spend
two hours with your soulmate,
or spend your entire life
without ever meeting them?

Its the same thing. Isnt it?
If you meet your soulmate for two hours,
and then have to spend the rest of your life apart...
wouldn't you ask yourself what the point was?
If life has any meaning at all,
wouldn't it be cruel to keep you apart
from the one person who owns a part of your soul??

And if you never met them...
You would be empty your entire life.
What's the point of living life without a soulmate?
Whats the point of living life apart from them?

So where the fuck is my soulmate?