Torn in two, four, six, eight...
so many places to be I don't have time to appreciate.
Swiftly tilting, turning, spinning...
in control and out, my world is moving faster and faster and faster about
Splintered, cracked, crumbling...
holding it all, afraid of fumbling.
Fragmented by the weight of gravity...
shooting for the stars, daring to dream, making it work spilling across the universe.
Torn apart when...
my heart can't see the end. Still hoping someday to be whole again. Then...
Broken into pieces at the sound of...
your voice, your ringtone, any thought of you.
And in those few seconds, I am unglued.
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