kintsugi
now, i anticipate the melancholy. when it fell apart every bit of it broke. i realised i was trying so hard to hold shards together. as i held on desperately, i started to forget the shape it used to be. my arms ached but i held on. how could i do what i needed to whilst trying to maintain structural integrity. and then i let go. every piece came apart and fell to the floor. as i let them drop i could hear the sounds of several shatters hitting the ground. it was over... or so i believed. i returned to the fragments, strewn across the room, and considered them. each piece unique. point to one, i'll tell you a story. i laughed. i cried. i started dreaming. what could i build? i found a pot of gold and got to work. it might not hold (i hope it doesn't) i may decide to change, what i decide right now.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 