September 13, 2019 · Issue 01: In Transit

The Mosaic of Brokenness

(today) I cried, driving to the grocery store, for no reason, other than, I remembered (so when does it end?) When I am accomplished and successful, is that when I feel whole again? I desperately crave being complete. (so) I threw myself into my work as if I was falling off a bridge. Landing into a nothingness. (Nothing has order but) The cleanest of homes are kept, by the troubled hearts. -everything has a place

Previously published in These (Transitional) Words