It wasn't until those broken shards of glass cut through my palms as I held them, I realised why broken people, with jagged edges, leave an imprint on you, deeper than most. Broken souls are a lot like poetry written on bond paper. Paper cuts as you hold them. You see, you go through the poem. And the paper goes through you. Isn't it what writing is all about? Digging deeper into each other? Dig deeper, reaper... #broken #cut
