Isn't it such a strange thing?
Such a twisted, fractured thing.
So broken in all of its strongest parts
So bent around the edges.
Isn't it beautiful
How something as imperfect as that
Seems to know that about itself...
And like it?
It sparkles in its shattered glass
It glows in its dented metal
It shines in all of its battered rusted crooked glory
And when it gets dark
It turns on the lights and sings a song to keep itself warm k
I hope you like it
It's broken for sure but it feels like home.
...it's my heart, you see