People think I talk too much…
And by people I mean me too.
They think I share too much.
Sometimes I share to get some out
Some of me
That’s spilling over the edges of my mind
You’d think it couldn’t fill up
It’s vast.
Wide
Tall
Deep…
How does it well up?
I may never know.
But when I put pen to paper
It soothes my aching soul
And it opens up a little window
To let some light in.
Cohen said it in Hallelujah
It’s through the cracks that the light comes in
Every now and then I’m shattered
But I have become a potter
I examine my brokenness under my mind’s microscope
I lay them my pieces out decadently
Gentle stroking my ego
I put me back together
With gold
Kintsugi.
This is actually the name of my book “Kintsukuroi”…🤗🤗🤗
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