At the foot of my feet.

in the midst of all this fuzz, i see a cloud with the voice of a man in front of me. and it tells me to look up and then down into a little broken mirrior at the foot of my feet, and i see myself in the shattered glass relection, alone and with my head down, yet again. and i ask the inigma, "am i to find my lover? near the whole in the wall i crawled out of? or near a cascade of water falling to my hands?". he said nothing, and to my amazement, i was only talking to the reflection of nothing at the foot of my feet. and thats when i asked, "when will i find my trashed lover? as i am trashed." i don't think opposites attract, cause if they did i wouldn't be gay. i think broken people find other broken peices, and when you think you can't go on searching for another, someone else finally picks up their last peice, but it turns out to be someone that hasn't been broken fully, just a little. so you end up being the small peice to someone elses broken piece, with the tiniest fragmented hole. you might find that your the last peice to someone elses broken mirror and all they needed was for you to stop feeling sorry for yourself. and realize your not broken, but that your a peice of someone elses broken mirror. so i ask me again, "when will i find my trashed lover?"