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.

And rusted.

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