i do not believe in a single person
who has not been broken
shattered, cracked, or sprung like
the steel strings on an old, forgotten guitar
imperfection is not
a side-effect of humanity,
but a part of all life;; and this is easy
to forget
because we don't hear the trees thinking,
"that one has grown taller, greener;
it has the most beautiful blossoms which i will never bear."
