Broken pieces don’t fit together.
Because, there are tiny shards that can never be found. The thread-like flaws can’t be seen but it is there. Now and forevermore.
We are broken pieces.
We see the flaws in each other that others don’t see.
My edge just doesn’t seems to fit to yours and yours to mine.
I see the frustration, desperation and helplessness in you and you in me.
I feel annoyed and angry and sympathy. Yet, it felt like I don’t have the right to feel that way.
Because, am I the same ?
Do you feel the same way ?
Maybe because we are broken pieces.
Maybe because we don’t fit together.
Maybe because of that, we understand.