Sometimes poetry isn't enough to capture the labyrinth of the writers soul. They try to ink what's in their head, but there isn't any way. What I feel is intangible, it cannot be measured and thus it cannot be cured. A broken glass will never be the the same, no amount of glue in the world can restore its lost perfection. I miss my glass, however long it was whole, however long it was mine, before it fell and shattered into pieces. I guess being so fragile is what made me so vulnerable?It has to be the reason why you found it so easy to take...