понеделник, 3 декември 2007 г.

Broken

Sometimes I'm broken.

In just the glimpse of an eye I fall apart. My life is mine no more, I am myself no longer. In a heartbeat I become the thousand pieces of a jigsaw.

So where do I go from here? With no backup plan, with no more exits?

And in just a heartbeat I am whole again. And yet I have no backup plan, there are no more exits. I am whole and yet I am so stuck with this stranger that I am.

Sometimes I'm whole. And then again - I am broken. Has anybody got a glue?

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