It’s beautiful when someone brings glue and paint to fix your broken parts and make you feel pretty again.
But it’s only a feeling and these things don’t last and I’ve told you a million times but you drown my voice with your laughter.
Your temporary laughter.
Do you want to know a secret?
They’ll break you and leave you bare. Stripped of all the pretty paint and enamel coating.
How many more times do you want to break?
Do you envy dust?