You wouldn't think someone was missing a few gears or knobs or thing-a-ma jigs if you simply looked at them.
Passing them by as though you were in a hurry, with things to do and people to see.
They are not machinery, they are simply broken.
Broken things can be fixed. Tools twisted and turned and molded back to the way it once was, or somewhere close to never were.
If they are shattered, that is harder to repair.
You need a lot of superglue and patience. But you wouldn't know this at a glance.
You wouldn't even guess, you would simply just do not know.
Ignorance is a beautiful thing sometimes, others...it is absolutely heart-breaking.
Meld it all you like, the seams will still show.
Until it is all polished over you will not begin to understand just how barely pieced-together someone is.
The ink of a writer comes from the creative juices that live deep within the heart
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