Half-done things prick me.
I cannot leave a place for the last time without the knowledge that I ll never go back there again. I need to go back, to complete.
I cannot give away my last kiss without the knowledge that I ll never kiss again. I need to know and kiss, to complete.
I cannot let go without the knowledge that am actually letting it go. I need to hold, realize and then let go. To complete.
And when I don't complete, I am a mad woman bit by a rabid dog. God bless my eternally-restless soul.