sono rotto
ventisette:
You might say that I’m broken and I’d say that you’re right. Aren’t we all little fragments of what we thought we could be? We’re shattered and cracked and misshapen and lost. We stumble and we shake and we can never quite walk in the precise direction we intend. I have scars on my knees from repeatedly falling down and glue on my sleeves from trying to reassemble the pieces of my life. But maybe our biggest fault lies in expecting there to be an absence of fault in our lives. Failure is inevitable. Heart aches, breaks and mistakes should be expected. Such is the cost of existence. And in the end it is worth it. It is so worth it.
:: I’ve missed your writing.
