the pieces of…

February 12, 2014 at 4:24 pm 5 comments

ζ

it seems to me

many pieces are given away,

many pieces of who we are…

whether

good

bad

pretty

ugly

they all add up to the sum of our parts.

ζ

every day i see a little less of me

as pieces scatter in the wind,

until the day arrives when there is nothing left…

i will have nothing left to give.

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