Shatter

Do you ever feel like this?

Cracked.

Shattered.

Not yet fallen apart.

Held up by something mysterious.

What force is keeping you together?

Surface tension?

Inertia?

Mysterious glue, somehow inserted in advance, anticipating your weak spots?

What will become of you?

Will someone flick at your wounds and send you careening apart?

Maybe you'll remain in place, different from the wholeness around you and yet retaining the same shape.

Or perhaps someone will notice you, find your cracks distressing, or alluring, and alert the authorities. And you will be

Replaced.

But you're not useless, you see.

You provide a new perspective.

When people see you, they don't look through you.

They can't.

They see you.

They see you.

And when they try to get past that, you have power.

You can take the world,

Take what we're used to,

And break it up into tiny little chunks;

Pre-chewed, like mama used to.

And suddenly, where there had been none, there are now boundaries.

Separations.

And they become as important as

Or more than

The view just beyond the lines.

Look at all that you can do with just the right amount of pressure.

You're a brand new you.