Epistles for my thorned metaphors

fragmented souls are beautiful

even how many stars of
tears you burst out.
you are always beautiful.
even how many scars
engraved in your skin.
the beauty within your skin
is always beautiful.
even how many pains and
heartbreaks you have.
you are always beautiful.

the beauty of stars is
rushing on our veins.
the beauty of galaxy
is living on our essence.

we are all fragmented.
so are comets and
shooting stars.