all different parts of me, were distributed around the world. no matter how many i found, i knew that it would never be enough. because just only a few, would never fulfill all of me.
if i could happen, to gather every broken shard of my glass masterpiece, i'd be fine. but would i really be fine?
i lose them in the night, and in the day i try to find them in the day. but is my searching just a lie? i don't really know.
i'm not really sure. i'll keep bending down and picking up the shards. that's my whole life. that's everybody's life.
trying to collect all their complex traits and unique sparks. and everybody's fear is to know that you can never find it. don't hide your personality own it.
i began my collecting, and i continue it until the night i ripple into the ocean and my ashes release from my clinging body. collect yourself to truly create yourself. . .