How does one pick up the pieces of a life or the multiple lives that you
think are yours; the ones you thought you knew inside out, only to be
challenged again with the very essence of your own self-concept at every
turn, with every situation?
Of never being able to trust what you think, believe or feel because tomorrow will show you how deadly wrong you were? A life that's been repeatedly shattered into smithereens?
Piece by piece.
You pick them up piece by piece... if that's what you desire.
Otherwise, you let things fall apart as they will...
This healer is in dire need of divine intervention at this point.
And I make this plea public, my Lord. I've been silent for too long.
Of never being able to trust what you think, believe or feel because tomorrow will show you how deadly wrong you were? A life that's been repeatedly shattered into smithereens?
Piece by piece.
You pick them up piece by piece... if that's what you desire.
Otherwise, you let things fall apart as they will...
This healer is in dire need of divine intervention at this point.
And I make this plea public, my Lord. I've been silent for too long.
