We are but two pieces,
To a much larger sort of picture.
Born of equal content,
Blemished and imperfect.
Weathered by the seasons
And tarnished with age.
Yet here we stand,
Together, quite different.
Reliant on each,
Divided.
Dear Diary, It has been far too long since I last wrote within your pages and so, with classic obligation, I am here to update you on ...
