Don´t we adore the flawless and illusory pure,
but do we truly trust in cloudless views?

There’s a common liking of what is unscathed
but I’m weak for the dust and debris in you.

You taught me to see beauty in the broken,
healed my mind, like sandpaper and glue.

Maybe you changed me for the better,
for my restoration atelier is finally in use.