Fell to pieces today.

As I picked them up and put them back

I realized they werent exact

Some were me some were you.

Rough edges and corners broken

A mimic of me with little holes, every piece a token

Secrets unspoken, sacred truths and the path I've chosen.

You told me holes are where the light shines through

Colors that paint us are there for all if you let the light shine to see.

Nothing is quite as beautiful as you painted in me