Froot Loops @ Midnight

...

We're all damaged.
Fragmented pieces that don't
seem to fit together,
so we run around the Earth,
butting ends and wanting love
and leaving dust instead of
footprints in our wake, and
searching for the scars
in every mirror we see,
even though we know they
might not be there, because
it isn't physical.
We are not physical.
We are the moons and the stars
and lapping waters on the
cracked shores. We are the
shivering breaths and
fading lost loves(ongs)
and we matter, down to
every last fragment and
spiral of dust.
We matter and we care, yet
we don't see that because
all we see are the
damaged.