I tell only partial stories

that have no ending or

are incomplete; they are

like me, never filled up,

never knowing how the

fragments will form together

into something called a whole,


But each of these stories

are parts of me that I despise

and I love and they create in

me a longing to know more

about this strange being that

entered the world and dreams

of distant horizons he will

will never get to see.