In a cold dark world
no one* can *think or feel
there are no sounds,
there are no colors,
the days are grey
but the world is structured

Its a black & white world
where things work or they don’t
simple and complex
In a world so cruel and judgmental
so raw and sharp

so many colors and sounds
a song birds chirp,
The yellow rays of sunlight,
that we never see
because we are in a  pitch black box,
and we don’t try to get out,

differences and similarities
mind and heart,
So much is out there,
look around

at the crisp autumn leaves flames falling to the ground
An evergreen oak wise and graceful  branches
engraved with thousands of stories that were long forgotten
and washed away

We live in a bleak, black and white world
but we can see so much more

can we see the light in shadows
the good in evil
can we see the color in the pure absence of it
Music when there is silence
the chaos in nothing

Look deeper at the black and white of our world
**what will you see?

We are* all *broken
maybe not the same way

but we all have our cracks
whether or not everyone else sees them

We are all broken in our own ways
we cannot fill our cracks

but we can find someone with the perfect amount of cracks
and understand why they fit perfectly with yours

We are all broken
maybe you are more broken than me
or vise versa

but we are all broken
We are...

They are,
She is,
He is,
You are,
I am
**Broken