Untitled. // Bryonna reed

"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
― Plato, The Symposium



if half of you were somewhere else
would you know where to look?

what if we were ripped apart at the seams 
and left to wander in search of our stitching?

what if the brazilian coast longs 
for the company of his african love?

partners left in ruins
as the earth shattered...

love nestled among rainforests. 
indigenous tongues whisper love letters across oceans.


waves translate to agony.

mountains rise,
peaks.

looking into the sky for answers.


if half of you were somewhere else
would you go look for it?

or would you trust it to find you?

would you turn over every rock twice and hope there was something that made the third time special?





or do you just write about them?