Folded legs, pinched cheeks, petal lips.
Do you love me?
Hushed tone, perfect form, society defined.
Do you know me?
Paced fingers, ivory keys, tunes of haunting loneliness.
Do you hear me?
I'm neither good 'nor bad. I'm just human, however my tongue still spills knowledge. It is what holds us together. It seeps through the shattered glass molding the pain back together keeping us whole.
Sometimes we mend from other's glue connecting to each other from a substance that can only be torn apart by force. If we rip apart I will lose a part of myself bonding to what is left over from you.
The good is experience of joy and love. The bad is the heartbreak when we run. Yet both or neither good or bad they are equal. One like Yin and Yang.
So no matter what's going on where are past of raging wars that were lost in a hurricane of time that surrounds us or only have one shard we hold onto. One that we can use for our own pain. You still might find someone to mend with even if they only have one shard that makes two.
