Today I-
I held my life in my hands.
Got the feel of it mostly...
I held it loose, careless,
I wasnt afraid to let it go.
Seeing my life up close for the first time,
was more dissapointing than you could
possibly imagine,
it wasnt the sparkling, beautiful thing,
that I always pictured it to be,
it was a small thing,
rather cracked,
I had to hold the pieces together.
I thought about glue,
or some tape,
but neither of these things would hold,
my life weighed more than it looked.

"We live our life in the most mechanical of ways."