Do you see me? When was the last time you did? I mean, really see me? Each piece that bridges the gap between the last. Each piece that builds upon the other beyond what you've labelled me for. I suppose it's good to be broken sometimes. I suppose those breaks breed strength when they're mended. Breaks that leave me breathless and screaming for just one moment of grace so that when grace comes (because it must) I will be overwhelmed with gratitude and tears will feel like rain instead of fire.
Words are nothing. Words are letters scrambled into alphabet soup. Woo me with kindness and action and difference. Indifference is hopeless. Love is everything.