Philophobia

An interesting day As it all comes back to me... Was it fear that had once protected me from agony?(Agony being love the abstract illusive reality) I can't ever emphasize this enough Part of me dreams while another Part of me finds completion In the unity of the two isolated halves That are me... Ironic? Philophobic, Blessing? One might argue that I'm only one half One piece of a puzzle, As one might feel ecstatic In the presence of perceived greatness, I glideth... I drifted... Follow the trail of an endless chain of phases I'd go through to be alone Haven't I always been alone? An interesting day indeed Shapes my belief till I may deed, Why the women that make me bleed, Solitarily redeemed are my My dignities, The boy who in the void of all but pain Found integrity...