A life is a thing of many splinters
sometimes they fit together and we see a bigger picture, jagged lines and chaotic textures aligning to create a whole.
Other times the pieces won’t fit, and all we see are the spaces between the parts that we hold.
Always though, no matter how complete the picture,
we live it together –
with people we love, people we meet, people we brush past in the street or glimpse as we ride into the belly of the city.
We are all part of the jagged, clumsy, patched-up thing, finding and losing pieces of ourselves and then finding them all over again.